I guess this is why i hardly trust anyone.
Never make plans.
And constantly feel like a piece of shit
Thanks alot.
I am fine with dying regrets- as long as I've never stopped- making attempts at the sky and tearing down the stars. It never felt right to sit back- letting life pass me by. Saying I could have, would have but never fucking tried.
I'll take my chances with the late nights, the bitter arguments. We'll get by on the skin on our teeth... I've never needed more I'll take my chances with the harsh criticism and the failed relationships.
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