He heard the most absurd news. And I've tried...tried to hide it as much. I'm falling deeper into shithole. And grabbing on anything is the most possible thing ever. He asked why I didnt tell. I kept quiet. I'm sorry...
I guess somewhere deep inside, I miss him, and likes him. But to no ground I'm standing, I'm just finding a comfort zone. Something to lean on, something I guess I could just grab. I'm screwing up. I thought a decision made was a way for me to pick my life up from where it got screwed, but to no avail. I am sorry...
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