''Never knowin... what could have been...and havin so much to say, and watching you walk away''

''its four am, I'm waking up to your perfume, don't get up, ill get through on my own...''

so. It's four am, I'm laying on the floor of my grandparents house.
My ankle hurts so bad, its keeping me awake, so yes, I am feeling a bit sorry for myself. But now I'm so awake, there's no hope. every minute longer I spend awake, I hate it more. I know that I'm less likely to go to sleep. To wake up in the morning.

F.
M.
L.