December 2009
8 posts
Knowing that it’s hurting you, makes me feel sick. I know how you feel because I’ve been there before. I want to make you better, but sacrificing my happiness for yours makes me bitter and everything ends up going round in a circle until I can bring myself to do it again.
fuck
The corner of my heart
No amount of coffee
No amount of crying
No amount of whiskey
No amount of wine
No no no no no
Nothing else will do
I’ve gotta have you.
