I am not here to write a string of words
that tug on the strings of your heart.
I am here to write my thoughts so they can be read by me,
1, 2, 5 years from now.
I'll ask myself "What the hell was I thinking? Why did I ever think I was deep?"
And I'll laugh at myself,
with sad eyes,
wondering why it hasn't gotten better.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
I am not here to write a string of words
that tug on the strings of your heart.
I am here to write my thoughts so they can be read by me,
1, 2, 5 years from now.
I'll ask myself "What the hell was I thinking? Why did I ever think I was deep?"
And I'll laugh at myself,
with sad eyes,
wondering why it hasn't gotten better.
