will you sleep tonight, will you think of me?
i'm at a loss for words.
it's funny how a long, drawn-out period of perfection can be ruined in a minute's time.
it never fails to stab me in the back like this, when it's least expected and can do the most damage.
let's just get together and cross our fingers that people stay true to their promises, for once.
note to self: never listen to box car racer when extremely depressed. i'm finding that it has same effect as emo bobby hill, which isn't a very healthy one AT ALL.
'but if i could, oh god i would, spend my days with you....'