Maybe Someday
Maybe someday I’ll be free. Maybe someday I’ll be happy. Maybe someday I’ll make it.
Maybe Someday
Maybe someday I’ll be free. Maybe someday I’ll be happy. Maybe someday I’ll make it.
Maybe someday I’ll be free. Maybe someday I’ll be happy. Maybe someday I’ll make it.
Maybe someday I’ll be free. Maybe someday I’ll be happy. Maybe someday I’ll make it.
Shhh.
You can’t tell anyone.
Promise?
I’ve fucked up everything.
Absolutely everything.
Here, I’ll take you back to the beginning:
I liked a girl.
She was beautiful,
She was funny,
She was chaotic,
She was…
She was amazing.
She was everything I could ever want.
And, by some miracle of fate,
She liked me too.
And we got together in a slightly weird way,
But it had the same result.
We hang out all...