Everything.
Why?
Because here,
I don't have a fucking lamp to brighten up my room.
Because here,
I have to move out so might as well go back home.
Because here,
I don't feel anything.
Because here,
I can't fix anything.
Because here,
I need to be alone.
So here is where I'll be happy to be at.
Easter, here I come.
1 paints:
miss you bayyybeeeh.
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