everything and nothing.
Today is kind of a mix of the following: Holden Caulfield, "remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning", warm blanket naps, hoodie walks, flip flops, no make up, old people smell, discussions in spanish whilst falling in love, fraility of life, dancing to jay-z, old times, regaining respect, anxiety attacks, over thinking over analyzing, america's most wanted, girl interrupted, lucky charms, and in the nick of time get aways. Anything that makes any sense to me at all, really.
I could forgive you for drinking, and even having promiscuous sex, if you didn't lie to me and say that you didn't know what you were thinking, that you weren't going to do it again, if you had some kind of recognition that what you are doing is wrong. But now I just don't care and I'm thinking 5th grade friendships are a long way off and I don't know you anymore. Now shut the fuck up and quit asking for sympathy.
Il pleure dans mon couer
comme il pleut sur la ville.
I could forgive you for drinking, and even having promiscuous sex, if you didn't lie to me and say that you didn't know what you were thinking, that you weren't going to do it again, if you had some kind of recognition that what you are doing is wrong. But now I just don't care and I'm thinking 5th grade friendships are a long way off and I don't know you anymore. Now shut the fuck up and quit asking for sympathy.
Il pleure dans mon couer
comme il pleut sur la ville.