manage me, i'm a mess.

it’s on the back of my lungs.

sometimes i want to run away from it all and never come back. sometimes i just want to end it. i don’t understand how people could just pretend that nothing happened the next day.

i still love you, but you won’t even look at me.

i guess tha this is karma.

so, i’m reading back on some very old convos i had around a year ago. wow, i’m…sorry to whoever i was a big fat bitch to. ahah. it’s so funny to see how much one has changed in a year. friends, personality, attitude, everything. i miss some of my old friends, but not so much any more.