// My free time//
I really ought not to give myself free time, to let myself think. My world crashes around me when I realize I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be. I need to do something drastic.
I really ought not to give myself free time, to let myself think. My world crashes around me when I realize I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be. I need to do something drastic.
I haven’t been on here in quite a while, haven’t really had time for it. I’m living the way I had hoped but something feels like its missing. It’s like a shadow that darkens everything I thought was shining. The band, the girl, the job, they all seem gray today. Nothing entirely holds my interest like it did just 24 hours ago. Maybe that’s what people are always talking about when they say they need to find theirĀ purpose. I never thought I even needed a purpose. That was kind of the point. As soon as you start searching for something you might never find, that’s when your youth is officially dead, burned, and buried. I got away from that before and I was good for months. Whatever it is, I can’t decide to chase it or let it go.
Come on sleep. Reblog if insomnia
It’s insane how just getting a text from you makes stomach drop and my face get hot. It’s unfair that I barely ever see you. It’s no wonder I want you so bad because part of me thinks I’ll never have you.

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Still riding the struggle bus.
That about wraps up the weekend. Wonder when I’ll see you next?

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I worry too much, I’m well aware but I know this feeling all too well. The bottom of my stomach is saying something I can’t tell.

Can we just drop everything we’re doing for once and be with each other?

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