We are all lovers and takers, breaking hearts to make the papers.. She wants love, I told her to stop trying.. 'Cause the reasons for her tears aren't worth crying..
Like, 400 realizations just hit me all at once. And for some fucked up reason, I'm okay with them. ..I think.. Maybe not.
So uh. Who exactly could tell me how the hell to make this text.. The stuff you're reading, incase you failed to notice. Move over there ---> As in, to your right, the computer's left. ?? Blah.