It’s 3am and I’m falling apart while you’re falling asleep
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
I want to torture you.. I want to make you crazy for me.. I want you in the middle of the street, screaming to the heavens.. I want you unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to see.. I want you.. to want me.
i envy people that come up with witty comebacks on the spot because i’m gonna need at least a 3 day notice