What I'm trying to say is I understand feeling as small and as unsignificant as humainly possible. And how it can actually hacking places that you didn't know you had inside you. And doesn't matter how many new hair cuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses and shots that you drink with you girl friends. You still go to bed every night, going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.
And after all that, how ever long or that may be, you goes somewhere new and you meet people that make you feel worth one again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff... those years of your life that you waisted; that will eventually begin to fade.
And after all that, how ever long or that may be, you goes somewhere new and you meet people that make you feel worth one again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff... those years of your life that you waisted; that will eventually begin to fade.
