Hehe tänkte börja blogga igen ba för att skriva av mig. Pallar ej göra presentation då cirka 0,0 personer som kommer läsa sååå. Bye bitches.

 

Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me, run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy, baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me, then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me, then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs that we'll have each others backs 'cause we're that lucky.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Distractions you find do, people you meet do, and telling yourself you’re happy until you really are, will. Time is just something ticking while you bandage yourself back together.