When I’m mad and have to hide it there’s this little mini me of myself just jumping around screaming in my head and sometimes I wish I could let it take over
Do the good times make up for the bad times? I don’t know how much my heart can handle at such an innocent age, things will get better, they always do.. at least that is what I keep telling myself. It’s like we’re both living in the same book, just on different chapters, where the constant thought lingers of how this one may end up. I’m in this endless state of mind of happiness, laughter, love, and affection that’s turns into fighting and biting and screaming and making love and deep talks.
Nothing else in the world could possible matter more in the moment then when I’m with him.. nothing.
So why do I feel like running when I’m happy my feet are glued to the ground.