Oh, and I love going through my old Tumblr posts. Hahahahahaha shit.
I’ve been all smiles lately.
I want to keep this up.
Here, it’s clear that I’m not getting better. When I fall down you put me back together.
Even if I knew when to say enough is enough. Compared to your “battle scars” it wouldn’t make me look half as tough. Just that I couldn’t follow through and run. something keeps me hanging around even though the world’s weight has already had me down and out of your way. This storm is at bay. about your benefit I constantly think. This ship will sink. This ship will sink