I look at your new photos and i remember your laugh, loud and clear, in my head. How much i want to hear it again. It most probably will never happen. That probably kills me. I hate that im so hung up on our past, my pasts. I just cant get over it (hopefully yet). I hurt myself when i see your pictures on facebook and instagram, but i cant help it. It's a circle and i just cant go straight.
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My life is cringy carry on with caution
Non-FictionIm going to write here when i feel so shitty it inspires me. /rants\