Butterfly

you see what I let you

i think it’s important to realize that no matter how good you are to people, it won’t make them good to you

“i am so fucking done with this shit” i whisper to myself as i continue 

i love money

sorry honey, we don’t chase, we replace

“Are you ok?” No but I’m pretty

i might be annoying but once you get to know me i am even worse

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.