and if i could only stop the car and hold on to you, i'd never let go.
so how do you trust something that isn't there? that leaves and comes back like a trail of smoke from a cigarette that you thought you put out already? and i thought i had you back (i suppose a foolish mistake on my part) and here i am writing about you again. fdlkghjfdklgjfk just fuckkkkkkkkkk it already. i just can't stand the disappointment and the crappiness of some situations. sometimes, i wish things didn't change, cause they only change for the worse. i am just looking for something real out there, not another glass reflection that disappears when you shine a flashlight on it. but i guess on the bright side i have something else, but my adjectives escape me.