deerainydee

I catch the smell of you in random places and I can't tell if it makes me sick or I'm glad for it.
          	
          	I hate that I still look around too see if You're somehow back with me. You're supposed to mean nothing to me. The thing is there's no way to do that. I had to carved my self empty. You have to take out everything.

deerainydee

I catch the smell of you in random places and I can't tell if it makes me sick or I'm glad for it.
          
          I hate that I still look around too see if You're somehow back with me. You're supposed to mean nothing to me. The thing is there's no way to do that. I had to carved my self empty. You have to take out everything.