come break me down, bury me, bury me. i am finished with you. look in my eyes, you’re killing me, killing me. all I wanted was you..
so. fucking. angry.
i bleed it out, digging deeper, just to throw it away. angry music is going to be my soundtrack to this lonely, miserable night.
why can't i ever foreshadow the good?
why do i always have the sixth sense for bad things? i knew it was coming. after the breakdown on sunday. all my insecureness flooded over me again. i told him how i felt. how it still hurt me. how the thought of him and her still killed me. made my stomach drop. made it hard to breath. like a knife just went through my chest. yeah. that’s how it feels. that’s how it’s always...
why do i feel like i am i the only one excited about valentines day? spread the love people <3
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