I hate this. This empty feeling.
It doesn't help that I'm a fucking masochist, listening to songs I know will make me feel worse.
I don't mean to be a whiny asshole who puts pressure on relationships like they mean something, but I gotta wonder.
People just turn around when they have that special someone. Suddenly, life's worth living and that inactive warhead you were carrying becomes light as a feather.
I gotta know, is it really all that?
I'd like to find out. It's kinda lonely in my little trapdoor.
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