Just laying here in bed, wishing there was something more to believe in, wishing there was someone here to lay with you and talk about nothing and yet that would mean everything. Family, we love them but they’ll never really understand because you, yourself don’t understand, you don’t trust yourself and you don’t really trust anybody, but yet you love your life, you just sit here, listen to music and be alive, you live and despite being a little messed up, you find happiness in all simple things and you realise life is fucking great, but yet a fuckedy complicated at times.
for simple, my nights are spent thinking about and should be happening and loving what is happening, while the rest of the worlds wishes for what could have been, but will never be.
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