these days never end.
i cant find a place to stand.
but what if i can't stand my self and all these fucked up feelings?
they're losing all their meaning.
this time next year, we'll be talking about how everything felt right this time this year, so i'll do my best to savor these long nights. i'm trying to convince myself that this is all i need, and in the moments when it all surrounds, i actually feel happy.
what am i turning into? i don't care.