I want to be somewhere I can see the roads.
Today was another one of those slow, boring days that makes you mope around. And you start thinking about so many other things, getting distracted despite the huge pile of homework that's staring you in the face. You refuse to do 'em, simply because your mind tells you "I'm not working now".
I took the afternoon pretty bad, as nostalgia set in heavily. My mind was drifting somewhere in between the Kinematics assignment and those memories. I remember the happy ones.
And now even all the F9s in the world cannot bring me to tears, because only the thought of you can break me. Someone's got to send me to a soul asylum. For 3 months and 15 days later I'm still the same. As I was back then. You don't have to stay forever, I'll understand. Haven't cried so badly in a long time; it's really draining. But I can't, shouldn't and will not forget.
"You're nothing to me anymore. A memory, an experience. That's all. That's all."
Because that hurt so bad, you'll never know.
Have you ever considered, that perhaps, you should've used a pencil when you wrote the words "ILOVEYOU" on this heart?
Listening: Something To Sleep To - Michelle Branch
