One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
It was one of those days where the little things really got to me, and stupid little things that should even bother me had me fighting back tears. I had so many fake coughing fits to cover up the watery eyes. I feel weak on days like this.
I normally hate Iphone things.
But this, exactly. this.
Well that was a backwards, pointless waste of a day. Ah well, moving on.
Why do you follow this one? and not the other?
Why do you stay for the bullshit and the weakness? But you stopped wanting to see what everyone else sees?
Why follow this blog - the one where you see my vulnerability, and not the one full of my happy days?
I would ask, but I don’t think you’re talking to me yet.
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I haven’t been urgy in a while. I haven’t cried alone in my room for a while.
I haven’t missed you in a while.
I don’t know how to not be in love. It seems so so wrong.
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