saxie

I try not to miss you. I really do, because I don't like to miss someone. But it's quite impossible.

I keep asking myself, what am I doing here? What the hell am I doing here?
I know where I'd rather be. Trust me.
It's like being stuck in my own life which I no longer can control.
I can't leave. And I can't control the will of another person. I can't say it's going to be fine, cause I don't know that. And it sucks. I want it to be all right. I do.



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