I don't really read other peopls shit i do have a life but I like expressing my emotions/experiences into storys when I find some free minutes
So many memories So sad All the moments I wasted and had, It's been two years and I'm finally strong It's been two years and its time to move on Loving him was a mission and a half Loving him was...
It's midnight, I'm sat up in a cold sweat My hands support my face as I hold up my head Tear drops trickling off my nose once again The fear and the pain doesn't seem to end.
When you miss someone, there is always some kind of constant reminder of that one person. It could be an object, or even a action or a smell.
It's time to lucid dream again. My only way of escaping the real world. Feeling things that cant be felt here. It's the only thing that gets me through the day, knowing I can lucid dream.
So the ceiling started to slowly evaporate, like the mist on a car window when you breathe onto it, and draw a smiley face.