alexamarfart

the worst part of life is waking up one day, realizing you really haven’t done shit with it.  realizing that you have nothing for your parents to be proud of, nothing for YOU to be proud of.  realizing you can’t keep friends because they don’t want you; and deep down inside, you really don’t want them either.  i run away from people when we get to close, i keep a safe distance so no one really can know me.  because if they reject you, it’s not really you, is it?  

i miss the days that daddy loved you no matter what.  when you could run up to your parents and give them the biggest hug and they’d spin you around. when you were never truly sad, no matter what life would throw at you.  

you wake up one day, and you want to die.  so what do we do? die, or just never sleep.

and some day i’ll drive to the airport not to just see the lights, but to buy a plane ticket to nowhere. and i’ll take the long way just to see the bridges.