fast paced race for a still object

[shesyourfever]

i’ve been known to make mistakes, to run my mouth, sper of the moment, when i honestly thought i felt that way. do you know how many people are in your shoes? i can’t pick and choose. win or lose, maybe i’m not worth the bruises. my emotions are so insincere. i’m a loner, baby, just leave me here. i’ve voiced it over and over loud and clear: don’t worry about me i’m always fine, i’m always fine...and i am. truth be told, i just don’t give a damn. you can give it a shot if you want but what’s the use if i’m impossible? what’s the use when i don’t give a fuck? rumor has it that i’m quite the catch... i don't know if i, myself believe it. but go ahead and play your game of fetch. let me stray passed the boundry of your fences. long ways away. somewhere in the distance. begin your chase and you may find that i tend to just...

stay......in......place.....