I know what it’s like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can’t. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try and kill the thing that’s on the inside.
we first started talking. The day we decided to message each other. Nerve-racking. Lol. Then after that, everything was good. We were happy, smiling, all that cute shit. We would stare at our phones till one of us responded. Now look. what happened. Reading over our old messages makes me smile.. but I wish we could have that back. Now.
Laying in my bed , thinking … And yah its alot of things going through my head , what i want? Pizza… What i wanna do? Bleh.. What i need … You , i enjoy the thoughts you bring me the conversations you keep with me , and if we’re gnna stay this way id have no problem with it just as long as youre happy and stuff , i imagine things between us all the time.. like nose rubbing , forehead kisses , holding hands , and just being wierd together, its stuff like that i’d enjoy with a new experience , idk but like i like you , youre my beautiful welkin i want you to be happy..i want to be happy
do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence