hmmmmmmmm
I donno I just wish i really just wish it was the summer and i know it will never be like that again no matter how much i want it.
Like 2 people know what i'm talking about. Only 1 person knows the real me and that person is myself, but i don't even think i know myself to tell you the truth-- I used to but so much has happened since then that i've drifted away.
Not like i'm some incongita or mystery that "oh you'll never know me cuz i'm SO FUCKING SPECIAL" but the way i perseve myself is from 5 different ways that you'd have to put them all together and then take half up what you see and put it together with your own experiences with me and weed out about 1/2 of THAT and go to each of my friends who did the same and then you might know the real me. I hate me. I hate this whatever this is.
I long for my summer. No matter how hard i try to make it like that, no matter how i attempt to duplicate those times, and no matter how much i pretend that the future could be like that, nothing will ever be the same. i'll never again be myself. Nothing and no one is quite the same anymore and although i try to tell myself that i am the same, in my heart uncertainty forever lies and i'll always be somewhere on the outside.
Like 2 people know what i'm talking about. Only 1 person knows the real me and that person is myself, but i don't even think i know myself to tell you the truth-- I used to but so much has happened since then that i've drifted away.
Not like i'm some incongita or mystery that "oh you'll never know me cuz i'm SO FUCKING SPECIAL" but the way i perseve myself is from 5 different ways that you'd have to put them all together and then take half up what you see and put it together with your own experiences with me and weed out about 1/2 of THAT and go to each of my friends who did the same and then you might know the real me. I hate me. I hate this whatever this is.
I long for my summer. No matter how hard i try to make it like that, no matter how i attempt to duplicate those times, and no matter how much i pretend that the future could be like that, nothing will ever be the same. i'll never again be myself. Nothing and no one is quite the same anymore and although i try to tell myself that i am the same, in my heart uncertainty forever lies and i'll always be somewhere on the outside.