some things are better left unsaid

I hope things go right

My kind of movies

I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay

Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it

Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't
Oh you know I don't

I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, Oh-oh-oh

It's just too relatable

You know where things went wrong?
As a kid your father is treating you like shit but everyone tells you "no it's fine he loves you"
Now you can't differentiate between who loves you and who doesn't

the feminine urge to give alternate stare while crying

Ignoring a problem won't make it disappear

Only if I could get rid of my anger issues