I like nice people that do illegal things.
We talk every single day, but I still can’t tell how you feel. How is this possible. Why are females so complicated? But then again I’m one to talk.. I so messed up, I can’t even fathom how I’m living right now. I’ve been having these 2 weird dreams. Its always the same 2 dreams too. One where I’m living my dream to die; the other is my scared, broken body walking down the street holding your hand. The first one is normal, I mean I accept death. I welcome it with no second thoughts but for me to dream how I really am, to dream all my insecurities to be shown as my skin, and you accepting it. Now that’s just a horrible dream.
Wanna smoke a cigarette and talk to you.