(no subject)
so i deleted my entire post on accident,
lets just pretend it was really important, and had life lessons in it.
I've been getting increasingly sick, not so much fun, something like lack of sleep + working alot of hours = sick and dying...at least i think that's the right formula.
Wondering why something so perfect is
Something so wrong
For every day I was with you, it's taken me
Twice as long to erase it from memory..
what ever happened to the good old days when the sun would shine endlessly, hot against your face, and there wasn't a care in the world? i guess i grew up...