was dreaming hardcore about Sams Choice Cola then woke up at 430am thirsty as shit.
you were drunk in bed
every winter month, i fell in love
and you said you were crying over him
I love I love I love I love
being busy doesn’t keep me happy it keeps me sane
less time to worry over shit more time to avoid it
I KNOW IT’S ALRIGHT TO FEEL DEAD INSIDE, BUT IT’S NOT FOR ME, IT’S ALRIGHT