7:58 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
You are afraid of being forgotten, you realised your friends are getting lesser and you would pretend nothing is happening to appear strong, to look fine. Your smiles would hide everything and you would get by the day disappearing into the crowd.
Dont take age-old stories and serve it on the dining table. It makes me sick and light headed in the head. I need to know what it is like to be 18. I dont want anyone to get updates about me through blogging, goodbye.
>Talk to me.