Apr 28, 2011 12:55
It's one of those days where you wake up and realize, ‘honey, you’re not meant to be here’, and hell if you know where you’re meant to be, but it’s not here; and a hundred little bad decisions pile up in your head - a hundred little mistakes you never should’ve made if you’d just listened - and you know you can never really get away.
Really, where’d you go? You’d only pick the wrong place - make a terrible mistake - do the wrong thing, again, again, again. You see, it takes someone to snap you out of it, otherwise you’re just going to keep repeating yourself over and over again.
You might wish you could fly, sweetheart, but let’s be honest: you don’t really have the strength to own wings.
scraps,
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