So lovely, the slope of shoulders and lips full and chapped A good love, a good girl but my gut feels empty butterflies turned into snakes And I'm so sorry.
The truth written in my math notebook. Anyone else have school books lined with emotion?
It's the kind of night where I can't sleep (at 3 am) and feel really anxious, so I'm going to busy my mind so that I don't have to worry. Or, you know, think.