time again to make a few little changes, i need a pace that isn't like this... almost like this... but isn't like this. when i feel that then i know it's time to fuck around a little bit more or maybe a little bit less. i'm better than a lot of things that i sometimes think are above me, and i bet a few people get that too. underestimating yourself can lead to fucked up shit. i don't know. scream save me, i'm not the one who needs any saving. familiar feeling in my stomach that comes from late nights on end and rooms that can suck you in and looking at people in the eye and when everything feels fucked up i melt awaaaaaaay. getting up and doing shit, getting up and doing it again, getting up and neverrrr falling back down.
i was smiling hard but i was lying.
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