it's funny how the best memories disappear the fastest.
and the only way to survive is to make new ones.

there's only so many times you can break a person until they stop letting you put them back together.

am i an attention whore who doesn't like attention?
or am i a liar who lies to myself?
or maybe just a bitter masochist.

i'm getting over you.
i'm trying. god, i'm trying.

i wish i could tell you, scream at you to not make this harder than it has to be.
but you aren't.

it's all me.

"i wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me.
i want to take back all the shit that i have done, but i guess you were
better off
without
me."

i've fallen in love, oh so cliche,
with the music in my ears,
and the wind in my hair.
those pretty words you sing,
and i repeat,
we don't really know what they mean.
but they get the job done.
the time will pass,
we'll forget,
i hope i can forgive.