The funny thing is I know this is not me, but I do not know how I really am.
You promised and did not fulfill. You want me to trust you?
GO FUCK HIM, OR WHOEVER, FOR ALL I CARE.
I would write a million words, only you will care. My love.
Love shouldnt be a verb.
Or at least it should be one that
can only be conjugated in first person
Photographs are windows to past dimensions.
Am I the only one that sees life as pictures? Life is kind of an odd scrapbook.
No one is who they really are,
So why should I be who I really am?