it’s not right, but it’s okay,
I’m gonna make it anyway,
pack your bags up and leave,
don’t you dare come running back to me

it’s not right, but it’s okay,
I’m gonna make it anyway,
close the door behind you, leave the key,
I’d rather be alone than unhappy

• end of essay: u feel me??

fact: I’m not really good at holding a conversation when I’m hanging out with one person… if there were like 3 or more of us, so much easier. I feel like it’s just me too, idk. I just run out of things to say and then I get sleepy. Derp.

• my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it