i know someday you'll have a beautiful life.
it was alright last night. i faked my way through a love a little bit more, but then we talked. we both feel like we're going insane. he's driving like a maniac, i'm going to stores for no reason & wandering like i expect to find some deeper meaning in the aisles. we keep leaving places at odd hours & driving to nowhere.
but i guess it doesn't really matter if you're crazy, if you're not alone.
but i guess it doesn't really matter if you're crazy, if you're not alone.