Swimming around in my head...doing lap after lap on the shallow end. There are a million things that I want to say, a million thing that I want to feel. Feelings are what I save for starry nights so don't think that I am just putting on a game face, I don't have one of those. My conscience is going to take an extended vacation, my tear ducts are closed and my moral compass broke. I am a victim of double standards that I set for my self. I am pretending that I don't feel like every emotion I have is not some well thought out plan... I am a raw nerve and I wish I was a stone wall. I am so fake in the sense that I would love nothing more for you to fall for my line of bullshit, while I sit under the stairs and cry. The grass is greener on the other side and I am tired of living in the glass box with a lock. My life is a dream, the people around me are amazing, so here’s to hoping that ignorance is bliss and that my smile doesn’t melt off ...yes this is me being happy
I love the way you hate the way I hate sleeping alone......
"Oh look there’s a porter potty."
"no its not."
"well, I'll pee on it anyways."
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