sigh..
i miss writing.
the dumbing down of a daydream enthusiast
the telephone yells out at me to wake..
i won’t be blamed for someone else’s mistakes.
this is our song.
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on repeat for the next unspecified amount of time.
guys,
i think i found him.
when this ride ends will we still be friends
the thing is, i’m bad for you. like listening to depressing music when you’re already depressed. like finishing a fifth of whiskey in one night. like living in your head, sulking and dwelling. like bitter (not sweet) nostalgia. if i weren’t in your life, you wouldn’t be missing a tooth or a beater bike. you’d have a few more nice glasses and a few less blonde hairs on your shirts. you’d have more money in your bank account and one less debt owed to you. and i say all this because - if you do this, if you change your ways and get your life on track, then when you’re ready to come around again, i’ll be toxic to you. i’ll only bring you down. and i don’t want to do that to you. so what i’m saying is - don’t look back.