Meaningless nothings

Not sure what this is

I don't think I could ever hate the people that did wrong by me, after all they gave me feelings and experiences that changed the way I think and feel.

Yes, I'm hurt, and I don't think I'll ever fill the void some of you have left, but I'm still great full for the way you have shaped me and furthered my experiences.

I look bad at old videos, photos and messages and I have a weird sense of nostalgia of what I had felt in that moment, and sometimes it was infinite.

I'm sorry I'm an angry person, I don't mean to be. I'm just scared of rejection, scared of being lonely, I act like I'm strong but I'm really not.

I want to feel infinite again, feel the sun and wind on my skin, as you drive me through a tunnel at twelve in the morning. Screaming to our favourite bring me the horizon song.

Tell me all the small things that make you, you. Make me laugh till my chest burns and my eyes gloss over, make me angry till I scream and punch holes in walls, make me cry till my face turns red, but most of all make me feel love, make this forgettable world and our inevitable death feel somewhat bearable.