
I’m broken. I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m scared of the future. I don’t want to be alone. I run away from you. I’m sick.
I’m everything you despise and yet I manage to find a place where I can remain content with the person I am. And I freely go about my ways not thinking of who I really am.
This isn’t who I want to be. This isn’t who I want. I want you. And I want to vanish but neither of those will ever happen.
So why do I try with anything? I’ve yet to find my happiness.
I put it all into you.
4-20:
refrigerator full of reefer
need this for zombie survival plan
^ HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!
What’s worse?
Knowing the one you love doesn’t care or knowing that you broke their heart?