i am a cliche and i cant help it.
im the girl in the story who never gets over herself and runs away instead.
at least i feel like that
You’re chatting to me, like we connect
But I don’t even know if we’re still friends
It’s so confusing,
Understanding you is making me not want to do
And things that I know I should do
But I trip fast and then I lose
And I hate looking like a fool…
i have a killer headache.
but a worse heartache.