Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Tonight was pretty fucking epic, but I felt really out of place. Great show, great hangs. I met a really nice, very pretty gentlemen, whom I’ll probably never see again…it is nice to be reminded that genuine people still exist in this world.
Either way. I still missed you. There’s always some sort of damn regret, isn’t there? Unfair.
might paint something I might want to hang here someday might write something I might want to say to you someday might do something you’ll be proud of someday mark my words I might be something someday
I don’t want to know that you don’t want me I don’t want to know what you do without me I don’t want to know what I’ll be without you I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know