i was searching for you, i actully got to see you, but it's not the same as reaching. the searching made me feel so guilty, it never really leaved. i was wearing a dark blue hoodie and some light blue jeans, looking in the mirror in the doodled bathroom. my eyes were big, they had seen a lot for just some minutes ago. i'm not going to lie, i wanted to hate it more than i loved it, but. is it good or bad? Hmmm. my thinking is really bad, but is the actions that bad? i don't think so. i think it's okay, so everythings alright cause you're never gonna know what's in my mind. i'm really terrified about it, but it's still something that's near to my heart. but after all, where'd you go? since then I've never seen you and I'm about to stop writing cause it's a FREAKSHOW.
