i don’t know who i am or who my reflection is. i don’t what i like, and i don’t know what i don’t like. i don’t know what i love, and i don’t know what i hate. i know nothing about myself. i can’t even try to get to know myself, because who does that? like, “hi, nice to meet you, i’m you!” and then “nice to meet you too. i’m you!” that’s just weird.
i don’t have anything figured out in my life, b...
i’ve woken up from a dangerous sleep,
realizing there’s no control for me to keep. there’s no friends or family to help me,
cant be who i used to since none of its true.
it was all faker than the happy faces i wear so much,
having such a bright smile with dark eyes,
plainly crying out for help.
this awakening is making me feel ruined,
don’t know who i am, don’t know what’s brewing in my life.
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if i had to choose to start all over again, and love her fully knowing i’ll never actually get a chance, i’d do it. i’d do it a million times, just again and again and again. loving her is the most beautiful experience of my life, honestly, it’s just THE experience of my life.
she’s amazing and so wonderful, and i hope she’ll meet someone equally as perfect as she is. she definitely will, too, b...