sometimes i feel that i'm filling my life with things (people) just to pile them all ontop of one big thing (person); one big thing that will hopefully be covered up so much that i'll never even remember why it (he) was there.
to forget, if you will.
and i can't.
and it hurts.
my heart is still broken.
no matter how much i try to mend it, it's just an excuse. just a cover up. why am i often such a silly girl?
i should have kicked him in the nuts ions ago.
to forget, if you will.
and i can't.
and it hurts.
my heart is still broken.
no matter how much i try to mend it, it's just an excuse. just a cover up. why am i often such a silly girl?
i should have kicked him in the nuts ions ago.
turkturkturk:
who is that?
missmonster:
you + me + drinks = me telling you who.