do you ever have those days.
where nothing you do is good enough.
i just want to restart my heart.
YOU ARE READING
the coldness inside
Randomsometimes, when the night is cold, the moon is sad, and the wind sings its hollow tune, i think of you. a book of lonely thoughts.
twenty-six
do you ever have those days.
where nothing you do is good enough.
i just want to restart my heart.
