if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.
i feel safe and soft in your arms.
i barely survived being everything but your lover.
i am so terribly sad. someone must be watching the movie of my life for a good cry.
i’m so proud of you.
the most tragic moment of my life, was realizing my own Cassandra complex. realizing no matter how many times i told people it wouldn’t work out, they wouldn’t believe me.
i hate big houses. with their empty space. i only have sadness to fill it.
IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE SO TODAY I ACTED LIKE IT.
so far this year, the only thing i’ve been is a disservice to the people around me. most days i’m too selfish to get out of bed.