Show me how to find words inside a shell.
I feel like I should be writing, and putting this poetic charge to use. But I never write anymore, unless it's to role play, or in here.
I think something's wrong with me.
I just told my friend that I had plans today, because I just didn't care that her dog died ant that she was crying. And when Lissa was having her problems, I thought about whether or not I would be sad, losing her as a friend, and I decided I wouldn't.
I shouldn't this apathetic, should I? I should care about losing friends but I don't. The only things that make me feel like crying are when my parents piss me off, or when I listen to music and it stirs something inside me. The songs are colors and the colors are memories, like the pink sunsets inside a shell, whispering the ocean. Trapping the salt and wave and foam inside its spirals like the throats of flowers, and echoing the same things over and over.
Sometimes I feel you're with me, and telling me your memories.
I think something's wrong with me.
I just told my friend that I had plans today, because I just didn't care that her dog died ant that she was crying. And when Lissa was having her problems, I thought about whether or not I would be sad, losing her as a friend, and I decided I wouldn't.
I shouldn't this apathetic, should I? I should care about losing friends but I don't. The only things that make me feel like crying are when my parents piss me off, or when I listen to music and it stirs something inside me. The songs are colors and the colors are memories, like the pink sunsets inside a shell, whispering the ocean. Trapping the salt and wave and foam inside its spirals like the throats of flowers, and echoing the same things over and over.
Sometimes I feel you're with me, and telling me your memories.