I will admit, I feel lost.
I will admit, when I hear this song, my heart drops.
I will admit, I dwell on a few individuals.
I will admit, I hate my past, my present, and my future.
I will admit, I often hate myself.
I will admit, I miss you.
I will admit, I miss who you were, or rather, who I thought you were.
I will admit, I miss the old you.
I will admit
(
Read more... )