I can’t have you. I will always love you.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I don’t know who to go to.
But every night I find myself in The same situation. Laying in bed. Reflecting on moments of my life.
Wishing I could change things. Wishing I could go back.
And I always end up crying. Because that’s when thoughts of suicide kick in. Every night its a different vision of how I’m going to do it. And tonight was the worst.
I would revive our tragic romance just to love you once more.
She works at H&M downstairs from where I work. She’s fucking beautiful. I need to talk to her >.
and you have to tell them that “we” never even happened to begin with.
I saw her again today. She gave me my coffee. All I could say was thank you, you too. What the fuck is wrong with me?