I don’t want to regret what I did, I feel nervous and my stomach is sick when I see your name.
"Forever."
I think you ought to stay away from here, there are ghosts in the walls and they crawl in your head though your ear.
All I want is for you to care.
Looking through my contacts and knowing that there’s no one I can talk to anymore.
There are times when I’m talking to you about your day and all the normal things we tend to talk about, but you don’t know that at the same time I’m in tears and I’m so fucking sad, I can’t talk to you about that.
I should be relieved, but I’m not. I’m sad and I’m disappointed, but I’m still too young. All I want is a purpose.
The butterflies have gone.
I don’t really have anyone I can talk to, not anymore anyway.
