where is the boy that spots me sitting alone in the corner of a coffee shop reading my favorite novel and slips me a folded note telling me i look delicate and mysterious or a boy that sees me in the record store flipping through the vinyls who tells me in depth about his love for the record i am holding and takes my other hand and runs his fingers across my shaking knuckles?
I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
how do people not listen to music? what do you do when you’re on the bus? when u want to feel like ur in a music video? when ur sad? when ur happy? how do you even live?
Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,