February 2012
This distance is tearing me apart, just as I knew...
The worst thing is caring about someone, wondering how they are and what they’re...
I would make a better liar And never face the music when it’s dire And I breathe disaster, ever after Don’t pull away from me now
i wish
i had someone to come home to every night. who would eat with me, whatever we wanted. and would lay and watch movies with me til we both fell asleep.
not asking for TOO much.