i wish everytime you came crawling back i would have left you with the " what if?" and not have taken you back so that maybe...you would have learned to love me like you did.
i hate this feeling, i hate feeling betrayed.
i'm suffocating in my house, it's not making me better here , its making me worse.
i need to find a way to move out by the fall. i feel like i'm on a overly motivated mission to breathe again.
daniele and i want to start a band , whos in?
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