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Late night selfie cause why not...can't sleep anyway... #selfie #wednesdayselfie #snapchatfilters #snapchat #mindsracing https://www.instagram.com/p/BsH92NHFqKp3nxRQLl5xR9VPOcULMf1VLy10BM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=coyju644l2zx
Mind's racing.
#norestforthewicked #420 #bongrips #mindsracing #cantsleep
My impulses have gone from bad to worse. Lack of control can be so tiring.
Just give me true sign that you miss me. I'll drive to you just so we can eat ice cream & talk..
Sleepless nights
Trust me, I don’t miss you anymore. At least that’s what I tell myself just to stay sane. I hate myself for letting you manipulate me because all I feel is this void I can’t fill. I try to distract myself in every way possible but somehow I keep letting you back in even though you’re already gone. I would have loved you forever, but you cut that short. You were all I ever knew. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really knew you at all. Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk about it but I feel like I’ll crumble to the sound of your voice the same way I used to before. The bitterness I feel burns holes in my insides and all I feel is numb. After so long I would expect myself to forget you—to not even flinch at the sound of your name, but I’m still weak. Remembering you feels like a dream. A dream that I struggle to remember over sips of coffee that I wish could wash away the faded memories of you. Sometimes I forget that I miss you, but when I finally do, it hits me like a train. But honestly, I don’t miss you. I can’t even look at you the same way I used to. I only miss my idea of you. The picture I painted in my head that I convinced myself was true. I lied to myself the entire time. But somehow I’m still in love with that same picture. It’s all I have left of you. I guess.