i survive on cloudy days
and the smell of rain
but
when the sun shines bright
and i feel it beaming on my skin
is a feeling
i have to get used to.
things always have to happen
no matter what
if i like them or not
and it's hard for me to accept that.
i know all my friends are depressed
and i guess i am myself
and i can't help because we all know i'm shit at that
i love you.
and i mean it. i don't think you understand. i fucking love you.
i'm sorry
i'm not sure why, but i am
i'm sorry
