…how to be content with life.
How to be independent. How to start chasing my goals and figuring out what exactly they are.
All I wanna do is sleep. Sleep til things turn around. Sleep until you come around.
I wish I knew how to stop feeling so broken. Wanting so badly to just fall in love.
Wishing you didn’t make me feel like I force it on you.
How to start doing me and stop letting every little thing get to me. How when I get depressed it feels like the world is ending.
How November will be the worst month of the year. Trying to figure it out alone and not by choice. Hoping you’ll miss me and want to come home and prove it. How I keep thinking I’ll be able to just sleep through it. How I know that’s just a fucked up lie I came up with in my head to feel better.
What the fuck is up with me.
I wish you’d stop wrecking me.
I wish I could stop feeling so fucking destroyed.
I wish it’d just come easier.
I’m so lost anymore.