… and then sometimes I just lie here thinking: I am so broken, and I don’t know how to fix me.
And no one really gives a fuck.
And maybe I really should just go jump out of a plane. (With a parachute I mean. I’m a bit nihilistic, not suicidal.)
… and then sometimes I just lie here thinking: I am so broken, and I don’t know how to fix me.
And no one really gives a fuck.
And maybe I really should just go jump out of a plane. (With a parachute I mean. I’m a bit nihilistic, not suicidal.)