teenage wasteland

"We may not agree on this, but lets not fight,

because who cares who is wrong or right?

I feel like I can't breathe like this,

your grip is too tight."

I keep running every minute over in my head. I keep wondering what I could have done. I keep hoping that one day things will work again.

I hate sitting outside your house. I hate how the worry stones actually just make me worry more. I hate being silent.

I miss you.