“Looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby. We might of took the long way. We knew we’d get there someday”
why do i always get the feeling that im just not good enough. That the ones around me are and always will be one step ahead of me. Having an imagination like mine has come to prove an amazing thing, but also a bad one. Sometimes i loose myself in the future i want for myself but then other times, i overthink an add on to the small things that happen to me. It all adds up inside my head. I begin to think that even those i love most, love me the least. Things that really mean nothing, suddenly mean everything.
The worst part is, i have no one to tell because in my head, pretty much no one really cares.
