I don't have a map, so I don't know where I'm going. When I reach the location, I'll drop a pin. ❤
I can't defend the actions you refuse to take accountability for. I don't have to be nicer to you than ever were to me. When you needed the validation, I was the one under the bus. You're the very same people you jump online and swear are terrible. Why can't I follow through
I see them.
Little tries runtime big time, Sublime reality, last rights formality. It's okay to lose.
Land public secrets, with taste. Things you're not putting to waste.After the horrific spread is done, lie to them: you're the only one.
A poem about my tears: I don't know what I made this, or if I ever posted this before, but I saw this in my drafts and want to be more brave posting my writing. I hope you enjoy the poem!
I rarely say anything about things because I learned people don't care about what I have to say unless it's about other people.
I can't take the excuses; you know what I mean. The "self-reflection, fault detection." Lines You're still not changing The feel-good mottos Your steal to stagnation.
Wait, is this real? I thought we lost touch forever. How did you find me? It doesn't matter. The only question that matters: Is it okay for me to be happy to see you, now?
The one I love the most is lives like a ghost to me. I'm calling out to what will not be there and never be. Still, the one I love the most lives like a ghost to me. (Song: Only One by The Black Keys)