staying up all night so that I can talk to you and this is all i can do so what the fuck I’ll sleep when i die.
we talk and talk and talk for hours and then all of the sudden he doesn’t have the time and then I stop texting him cause I don’t want to be a burden and he won’t text me back until I find an excuse or give him one and start all over again, and one day we’ll stop talking just like this and I’m terrified that this is the time.
"what most people won’t understand is that I know it will eventually fade out, I will be ok and everything will be a thing of the past but I don’t want to. I don’t want time to go on, I don’t want to forget you, I don’t want to move on. I want to live back on the day we met eternally."
"one day you’re gonna tell me that you don’t have time for me anymore, that you want to spend more time with your real friends, your real life, your real girlfriend, your real pets and this real, amazing, perfect life of yours and I’ll be back in black. and each night I fall asleep with this fear deep down in my heart, that tomorrow’s gonna be that day."