So many...
So many thoughts fill this empty soul.
So many what ifs.
I shouldn't live my life this way.
I shouldn't ask myself any questions.
I should accept life as it is.
If only I found to something to answer all these empty questions.
The only who can is him, but he won't talk about them.
I hate questions, I hate wondering why certain things upset him, I hate that he just won't talk to me about his past. Maybe things are better this way, though I don't think so.
Other than this shit, life is pretty good.
He should be asking me "THE QUESTION" anyday now.
What shall my answer be?
Honestly, I don't know anymore.
I believe thats all for now, g'bye! ::love::
So many what ifs.
I shouldn't live my life this way.
I shouldn't ask myself any questions.
I should accept life as it is.
If only I found to something to answer all these empty questions.
The only who can is him, but he won't talk about them.
I hate questions, I hate wondering why certain things upset him, I hate that he just won't talk to me about his past. Maybe things are better this way, though I don't think so.
Other than this shit, life is pretty good.
He should be asking me "THE QUESTION" anyday now.
What shall my answer be?
Honestly, I don't know anymore.
I believe thats all for now, g'bye! ::love::