for the last time. good bye, love.
sprint.
i wont. i refuse to contribute to it. you have no idea how much i want to scream at you for your empty words.
it felt like you were singing this to me.
apathy in its mildest form. or not.
as i looked at your picture before i slept, i was surprised that i didnt feel as hurt as i thought i would have. but then i was apalled at how cold my heart had grown.
Psychedelic
and for now i’ll try my utmost to stuff everything in, or most of it. then there will come a day when something ignites it and i wish i didint have to go through all of it again. but this will do for now. this will have to do.
