Sitting, looking outside through these rusty windows. Rain falling everywhere. Sadness inside, consuming you, slowly and painfully. Imagining things of what it would’ve been if it was you and me. Imagining things. Always imagining cause that’s my rendition of happy thoughts, imagination. A lie to yourself. A thing that will always sit in your mind, It’ll never be done. It’ll never be true.
This feeling, it’s just aljshgaljdhglajhgdlajhgaljghaljhdgjlahdgalj. Can’t be explained. Can’t be understood. It makes me crazy -___-