What makes me laugh. What makes me cry. Where I hope the wind will take me and what its going to take for me to stay.
The only scar I will leave on my time here is the one that I will never recover from or the one that will be my eternal reminder.
I have goosebumps waiting
to be cut down with sharp edges
and sharp words.
Its odd looking at all these people that used to be your friends and realizing you never knew them and likewise they never knew you. Not enough to notice, not enough to care…
the more people i know the more lonely i feel