the thing about compromise is…
growing up we learn to do it, because we have to, or because it may, one day, benefit us
but the thing about love is…
the things we once felt would compromise our life
become the suprises
that make our life.
you know what sucks?
the day you wake up
and realize you’re all fucking alone
no one is going to come help no matter how loudly you scream
or if you’re bleeding
or if you’re crying
… sure your neighbors might know you as the crazy bitch
but even they won’t come to ask what’s wrong
so here’s to hanging your curtains crooked
and going into debt.
we’re all alone
my head is fucked.
You’re the only person who matters to me, I don’t know how to set my mind free.