because we’re made of dust and when the sun catches us right we feel like full moons
Thursday, August 2, 2012
last night, you kissed my nose and called me cute. but second guessing myself is tiring. sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing or what I want. I don’t want to want anything. I’m not going to let people make me feel bad about anything anymore. I don’t care. it can be that simple and that’s one thing I truly want. I want genuine happiness and I’m feeling it in little increments but fuck I want to feel it all at once. I want to be a whole lot better than my worst. I want to work on myself mentally and allow myself to grow.
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