I’ve been tired since the moment I woke and I stopped listening the moment you spoke and said “I’m long gone”
Everything starts to become so small. The people i see become strange shapes and blobs that move in unorthodox ways. They move in ways I know I can not. In ways that make my heart crumble at the site of them. I am alone in this huge world. A small speck of dust on a large coffee table.
I’m not sure i feel the same way anymore…
don’t make me beg
Is this how you feel? Cause it makes me happy you think this:)
why cant i have your confidence?
"You never know how much something means to you until its gone."
A cliche that is to fucking true
am i annoying you or is it my head that’s telling me i’m a fool