In... one week... I've made more mistakes than ever....
I've searched for happiness in...
Sending pictures... of myself...... there uh... the ones that you wish you could take back...
I would feel a rush.... it was like cutting..
But...
The rush is gone...
And I've realised that I was searching in the wrong place...
Im still gonna be a hopeless romantic...
But I'm not gonna trail after people...
And... I doubt I'll stop reaching for this rush...
Yeah... what I've done is awful... sinful...
Nasty....
Hell! I even managed to schedule two,
TWO
meet and fucks
Yeah... that's not happiness....
But it sure is a rush...
