I live in the past of regrets.
Nothing feels the same anymore in my life.
Crazy as that sounds, never would I imagine myself thinking the thoughts that I do, feeling the loneliness that I feel.
We were driving down this dirt road and the thought came to my mind, “If the truck rolled and I ended up dying, I’d be okay with that.”
Nothing was as perfect as you. I miss calling you daily and asking how you are, telling you how much I miss you. Coming home to you and your kiss.
My heart, is your heart, my love is your love. And I’m not okay, unless you’re okay.

I’m living off sleepless nights, Eyes that burn.
I cant fucking breath sometimes.
I wont ever be the same without you.

I am pathetic.