
this friday midnight i realized something:
it's entirely possible that I have no clue what love really is.I just might be one of those people.
Let's call a spade a spade here for a minute - just one minute though...
Love is not a perpetual state of being ESPECIALLY when its supposedly with different people.
maybe i am simply
perpetualove perpetuaLIKE.
or... maybe im conforming to the numbness of the concrete around me.
growing up or selling out?a.