about me

Hate missing you.
Your a masterwork, the finest art, one of a kind and really hard to achieve.

I wasn’t worth you, now we’re friends again but, it’s killing me inside. I don’t know how many tears can roll down before I’m all dry, drink to little so I get a headache too. Fuck life.

Being with someone while thinking of someone else. It’s awful, I don’t want to be completely lonely thought. I feel awful when I’m single, but this isn’t right, I wish I could fall into your arms instead, when I’m in his.
And you maybe, on a rainy morning, would make me banana pancakes.