lamelane
ive written about this fucking fallen thing so many times, when will it stop. urgh. ive never fallen for anything and never would like to, i see my parents and oh my fuck, marriage, what a disaster is that huh? im not missing out on anything, deifntley
fallen. how many times have a i fall for a stranger i walked by across a street? answer is many, as strange as it is. and i wonder how many times theyve fallen back. god this sounds like pathetic poetry