semi-charmed life

the difference between you and me is that I free my time to talk to you while you talk to me in your free time.

As you get older, you really start to understand more about why people drink the night away, smoke their lungs black, or throw themselves off buildings.

Truth is, I get jealous easily because what’s mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, and I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a fuck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch. All to simply guard myself.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You either say how you feel and fuck it up or say nothing and let it fuck you up instead.

You know when you’re driving and it’s pouring down rain, you drive under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get out from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before. You were my bridge.

And one day, everything you ever could’ve wished for will be smiling at you from the other side of the bed.