it's been a long time
i always think about writing, but what would i say?!
plus no one reads it. i guess it's for me, right
i'm feeling sad today.
i wish i could... everything...nothing...what does it matter
my head spins, my mind reels
i still cry in my car while driving and thinking and pounding my mind
i get angry for reasons on all ends of the spectrum, too many
i get angry at myself and angry at her. for what, i can't even sort out in my head
my heart still hurts...a lot
ughhhhhhh...i remember evvvv.reeee.single.thing:
bad/good/happy/sad/mean/kind/unmentionable/forgotten
i come so close to messing up with my words and even scarier, my thoughts
it just natural. it comes natural. when's it going to stop?
i wish i knew what to think. why can i NEVER form my own damn opinion or frame of mind, and be sure of what it means to me. i hate that about myself. i want to think one thing, i want to be a certain way - but i'm never sure.
yes, i miss you.
it hurts my fucking stupid heart
thinking back, i remember being so furious, hurt, bitter, sad
i used to want to rip my heart out, my chest felt so empty anyways
sometimes i still do, and sometimes it still does.
yes, i miss you.
what's going to happen when you dont miss me?
how's it going to be when we can be in the same place, like friends
like two happy people, who have happy memories and happy feelings for each other
will that ever be us?
plus no one reads it. i guess it's for me, right
i'm feeling sad today.
i wish i could... everything...nothing...what does it matter
my head spins, my mind reels
i still cry in my car while driving and thinking and pounding my mind
i get angry for reasons on all ends of the spectrum, too many
i get angry at myself and angry at her. for what, i can't even sort out in my head
my heart still hurts...a lot
ughhhhhhh...i remember evvvv.reeee.single.thing:
bad/good/happy/sad/mean/kind/unmentionable/forgotten
i come so close to messing up with my words and even scarier, my thoughts
it just natural. it comes natural. when's it going to stop?
i wish i knew what to think. why can i NEVER form my own damn opinion or frame of mind, and be sure of what it means to me. i hate that about myself. i want to think one thing, i want to be a certain way - but i'm never sure.
yes, i miss you.
it hurts my fucking stupid heart
thinking back, i remember being so furious, hurt, bitter, sad
i used to want to rip my heart out, my chest felt so empty anyways
sometimes i still do, and sometimes it still does.
yes, i miss you.
what's going to happen when you dont miss me?
how's it going to be when we can be in the same place, like friends
like two happy people, who have happy memories and happy feelings for each other
will that ever be us?