Memories
Those nights, sometimes you just have those nights.
Those nights that tear everything that you believe in apart.
The nights where you just want to grab a .22 and blast your head.
When all you can think about is how much you hate yourself.
The nights where everyone is ignoring you.
The nights that all you can’t think that nobody loves you.
The nights where you forget that you...
Wednesday 2nd August 2017 7:24 pm
Love Can...
Love is such a funny thing.
It can
eat
you
alive
But if can also give you the greatest fulfillment ever
It can
keep
you
up
until 6 am
But it can also be the thing that lets you sleep at night
It can
tear
you
apart
But it can also help you grow as a person.
And now im laying
here
600 miles
away,
But all I can think about is
you.
...Monday 31st July 2017 10:46 am
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