“ do not let your thoughts control you, let them free you
expect anything from anyone, the devill was once anangel.
“ We are both rusty and worn thin. Scared. I can only speak for how I translate your actions and for one of the first times I believe I’ve found someone as scared as I am. Maybe even more so. There is no one reading this stupid text inspired by an argument on a blog on the internet. Its just my cowardly way of expressing, to no one, how impossibly at home you make me feel even as you inch away. So if and very possibly when we no longer speak… I’ll have this to remind me… How impossibly at home yet thoughtlessly scared you made me feel.
you were once my everything. My thoughts, my day dreams, my happiness… and now you’re nothing.