My heart is bursting in your perfect eyes...
Ever felt like you're living some else's life? Like the things you do, you don't do because you want to, but because that is what you're good at? Like there is no point in doing it, but there's no point in not? The consequences are only temporary and maybe they are better than the rewards. But why can't I stop this continuous chain of certainty. Of safety. Of unhappiness. ?
It's nights like these that make me wish I wasn't who I am. I don't need the recognition. I don't want it. So don't notice. That's all I really ask.
Three days of school left. My eye is still jacked up. I don't think the stress is from school, though. ((I promise this will be the best summer of your life. I don't break promises. So don't break my heart.))
I'm going to Greece in 11 days. fy.
I am going to New Mexico again this summer, too. Double fy.
((So you whisper your arrival walking backwards to the door. Wonder briefly what it is you're hesitating for.))
It's nights like these that make me wish I wasn't who I am. I don't need the recognition. I don't want it. So don't notice. That's all I really ask.
Three days of school left. My eye is still jacked up. I don't think the stress is from school, though. ((I promise this will be the best summer of your life. I don't break promises. So don't break my heart.))
I'm going to Greece in 11 days. fy.
I am going to New Mexico again this summer, too. Double fy.
((So you whisper your arrival walking backwards to the door. Wonder briefly what it is you're hesitating for.))