| anna and i broke our engagement tonight.
no, i'm not ok.
no, there's nothing you can say/do to make me feel better.
no, i have no idea whether we'll work it out.
yes, i'll be fine. but thank you for asking.
every song i hear seems to be directed at me. the ring sitting on my desk is like a knife in my chest. |
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| i just keep hoping i'll wake up tomorrow and it will all be back to
normal. you know when you're dreaming, and you know you're
dreaming because it just feels... wrong? like when in the dream
you know you're in your house, but it doesn't look like your house, or
smell like your house, but you still know that that's where you
are? it's like that, except that i can't seem to wake up. i
just want to wake up. i just want it to be back the way it used
to be.
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| i hate douchebags. if' you're a douchebag, save me the trouble and kill yourself. thanks.
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