who are you
And I sit in my apartment,
I’m getting no answers.
I’m finding no peace,
no release from the anger.
so you know my Twitter, anon. what’s your point?
you don’t know that and you can’t. they’re going to miss you, even I would miss you knowing someone else was lost in vain.
the worst feeling ever is when you can feel somebody starting to get annoyed with you and the smile kind of falls from your face and there is this deep aching pain in your chest that feels like someone is squeezing your heart so you just kind of look down at your hands and act like nothing is wrong
that’s never the right way to go. I can’t help you behind a mask. but remember that you are a bright light and the world will be dimmer without you on it dear