Friends after break ups? Just a saying.
Why do i feel this way? Unsecured.
Ain't i been through it all, haven't i know it all? No, in fact I've never did.
Was i/am i, perfectionist. No one's perfect, i truly understands.
Nonetheless, why am i still striving for, that never will be granted.
In a 4 sided box, could there be a slight brightness passing through the sides,
possibilities.
Gosh, I'm so hungry now D:
Sundays, boring as usual. Glued to my com since morning, web browsing?
Duh, thats defiantly ain't me. Stare, blank spaces. Daydreaming, corrosive
mind, near the edge of explosion. Written, how i wish turning time back, undo
my sorrows, undo my mistakes. Stupidity, reinforcing I'm the blame.
Forbidden hopes, that love.