if my heart were a compass you’d be north. if my heart were a house you’d be home.
u probably don’t remember, but you only held my hand once
and i was so glad u couldn’t see my face then, when i struggled not to grab it when ur fingers crossed over mine
oh, and i waited again, mindlessly
so when im done waiting, i ask “what now?” it will all be like it never happened before
hallucinations
505 in the morning, my brother’s alarm s ringing
ti-ti-ti-ti-followed by a “‘ding” keep repeating. well, the ding didnt exist, but oh well im hearing it alright. so whats the deal.. too tired? guess so..
my teacher once told me to cherish the time u have, whenever you sit down on the toilet trying to take a crap. because that will be the only time you can quietly think about yourself.
“they are always with some other guy. but if shes special, you’d gotta make sure that guy is you.”
it came again
the tight feeling in the chest
the throbbing and voices in the head
swaying double visions
dry mouth loose jaw
staring eyes
they came back so suddenly i have no choice but to space out. it went away when i went for band but i seriously dont want it to come again tomorrow. i’d be fucked
if all the arrows in the world pointed to you
it just means you are living in your own world
some things i really really hated
only one other person really knew it
and i shall keep it to myself
because hatred is no good
