Now tell me that fate doesn’t exist.
did i allow u to have fun without me
Psychology says the number one cause for insomnia is lonliness. My heart is so broken I may never sleep again. Will darkness ever lose its grip on me? The light never yearns for the darkenss, darkness mourns for the loss of light. So I lay as huge manifestations of grief caress my face until the cold sets in and I can breathe again. Time heals all wounds and soon I’ll be callus again. It seems there is no other life for a melancholy figure like me.
I am skeptical about these sort of things but….
bad, sad, and lovely.