(no subject)
spring ended up being cruel after all. everything about it turned out to be wrong. i was wrong.
this is the way i'm going to die, never feeling anything else.
and how do i let this go? her. i'm waiting for things to change but in my heart, i know they never will - the way i want them to.
this is the way i'm going to die, never feeling anything else.
and how do i let this go? her. i'm waiting for things to change but in my heart, i know they never will - the way i want them to.