I remember staying up all night on the phone last summer, I used to sit on the balcony. I loved the breeze of the night.
I sleep with the windows open now, it's reminiscent of the breeze.
YOU ARE READING
ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
