my feelings exactly
times like these always bring out these thoughts. i hate it. but then again, i love it. i realize what ive been chasing. i realize the reason for what had been making me smile on those days we had to ourselves. old songs helped. soltero. ol' tim howard. i havnt written any letters to her, and i did promise them. a piece of paper with some scribbled feelings that would be meant for her eyes only.
this season is killing me. fucking summer. fucking love. i love it. but then again, i love it.