and I refuse to let this blog remind me of the past anymore.
Give me one good reason to stay, I watch my reflection turn away. You kill me with everything you say and I just can’t stand myself this way. So I’m talking to these voices and they give me choices, but the don’t look good. They’re trying to convince me that no one here would miss me here. Maybe no one would.
(via popcornbutterfly)
I really want to call you, but I know that it’s not right. I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I dreamed of you last night.
(Source: seduxit)