How would life be if I had never met you?
I don't like insomnia. Where I'd just lay in bed and all the thoughts run into my mind. Ted, ted, ted, ted, over and over and over again. I'm not saying its a bad thing. Maybe its a good thing, because it lets my mind know that my heart is still alive and beating for that one person. And the tears flow, undeniably, because of the pain. Silent screams, spinning circles, dancing colours.
So, how would life be if I had never met you?
Proper update later, lacking food and oxygen.
I really need to get out of this fucked up house.
