Sometimes we're all a little emo.
Because you kill me.
You know you do,
You kill me well.
I do not understand love. At all. I think I do, and then I get hit with this blast of nostalgia that knocks me down and kicks me in the stomach a few times. So I can't let go. Is it honestly that big of a deal?
People tell me I have problems. Problems only I can fix. THEN WHY THE HELL WONT THEY LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME FIX THEM?! You see, I don't think I have problems. No more than everyone else at least.
But that doesn't matter. Sure I make mistakes. But everytime I make one it blows up in my face. It seems my mistakes are worse than other people's mistakes. Is that true? ARE my mistakes worse than hers or his?
I just don't know what to say anymore. What to do. I have to be patient and wait, I know that. But that's so fucking hard. I want to jump in and do what I want to do. But thats immature and childish and I'm tired of living that way.
I am going to wait.
You know you do,
You kill me well.
I do not understand love. At all. I think I do, and then I get hit with this blast of nostalgia that knocks me down and kicks me in the stomach a few times. So I can't let go. Is it honestly that big of a deal?
People tell me I have problems. Problems only I can fix. THEN WHY THE HELL WONT THEY LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME FIX THEM?! You see, I don't think I have problems. No more than everyone else at least.
But that doesn't matter. Sure I make mistakes. But everytime I make one it blows up in my face. It seems my mistakes are worse than other people's mistakes. Is that true? ARE my mistakes worse than hers or his?
I just don't know what to say anymore. What to do. I have to be patient and wait, I know that. But that's so fucking hard. I want to jump in and do what I want to do. But thats immature and childish and I'm tired of living that way.
I am going to wait.