her lips smiled but her eyes spoke of sadness
i keep candid pics of most girls ive talked to. We always end up just “being friends” and when that happens i want something to look back on and go EWWWW…makes me feel better about the whole thing
to me love is like an addiction. I feel like im constantly searching for that first feeling i got from love…that first high. Its forever eluding me and im starting to feel like the innocence of it is lost. There are too many clouds of hurt, fear, and pain that make the thought of true love so hazy. Or maybe its just a part of growing up and experiencing life…and honestly if thats the case, i would have rather died young.