One a.m. and I can't sleep again. It's nights like tonight that I miss California. The only place I think I ever felt alive.
I'm not always filled with so much melancholy. Only when I realize I've sold out.
For what? So people will like me? So I will feel loved?
I always felt the most loved when I loved myself.
Sometimes I have trouble remembering that person.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
One a.m. and I can't sleep again. It's nights like tonight that I miss California. The only place I think I ever felt alive.
I'm not always filled with so much melancholy. Only when I realize I've sold out.
For what? So people will like me? So I will feel loved?
I always felt the most loved when I loved myself.
Sometimes I have trouble remembering that person.