who knew?
i'm sore on the inside, and brownish red from when you ripped me up a while back. i don't know how to feel anymore because i don't know what i want to feel about a lot of things, not just you anymore, and not just me either. it's confusion in an unpleasant way because it makes me feel bad, but relieved, and then sad, and i'm always feeling sorry for myself but hating myself at the same time. i'm horrible because i'm really just like everyone else, only i'm worse than them because i claim to be different and i sometimes actually believe it.
but there are things to do, and i'm just a pixel face, so kiss me goodnight when you have nightmares, and i'll see them too.
but there are things to do, and i'm just a pixel face, so kiss me goodnight when you have nightmares, and i'll see them too.