{14th August 2016: 12:23am}
Stop trying to understand me, you fool.
You don't know me because you know my name.
Headlights and green lights. Everything blurs into one. One big mess that is myself.
Should that make it easier for you?
Stop searching in other people what you want to find in yourself.
//VOTE//COMMENT//SMILE//
YOU ARE READING
twilight
Historia Corta[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
