I knew every raindrop by it's name.
How can I belong to someone who is gone?
My stomach feels as if it is doing somersaults inside of me. I'm nauseated, lonely, and a little depressed... and reading Prozac Nation probably doesn't help very much. I'll get past this though, as I always do.
I just can't help but feel like I'm a small blot of black paint in the center of a stark-white canvas that stretches for miles - tainting perfection.
My stomach feels as if it is doing somersaults inside of me. I'm nauseated, lonely, and a little depressed... and reading Prozac Nation probably doesn't help very much. I'll get past this though, as I always do.
I just can't help but feel like I'm a small blot of black paint in the center of a stark-white canvas that stretches for miles - tainting perfection.