I watched his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you.
hate when Ryan leaves me downstairs and I have to listen to his mom gabb gabb and gabb away about shit I could care less about.
After I lay in bed my mind is no longer “mine.” Actually I take that back, my mind is never mine, ever. It sounds stupid, but its true. My mind is constantly making up things(mostly bad things). Some to the point where I don’t know what’s real and what’s not real. Actually, what to think and what…
I do the same ducking thing! It’s the worst!





