i feel like i am apart of the broken dreams club.
i find myself getting my hopes up too fast too often
and people tell me i get too caught up in things that don't matter
but love only tears people apart and feelings are temporary
and hearts were made to shatter.
and i welcome myself into February
realizing that real life is stranger than my dreams and if i had to explain why, you wouldn't understand.
but honestly some times i just don't want to know, cause somethings are better left unsaid.
my atelophobia is starting to take over like a disease while i do is listen to music and overthink everything.
but yeah life's crazy.
