I look at how much we've changed from a year ago to now. Right now, it becomes clear to me: what is meant to be yours and what have never been in the first place. I have always pride myself over knowing who you are and be there if I needed you to pass me a toilet roll in 5 minutes. Though it has become clear, sometimes I wish we could just pretend. I like it better that way.
We never get things done. All these fantastic, exciting plans, go nowhere. I was ready to owe you anything. Now? Well, fuck you and fuck off, have a good day.
We never get things done. All these fantastic, exciting plans, go nowhere. I was ready to owe you anything. Now? Well, fuck you and fuck off, have a good day.
Do all these obscure verbal vomit make you ask yourself if it is you I'm talking about? Well, I'm just talking about things in general here, you know? Objects of desire or just superficial things. Yeaaaah, right.
The power of mindfucking. I love it.