What would you do if I told you the truth? 

I am constantly thinking of you. I never stopped loving you. I wish I hadn't been so blind.  I wish I had chosen you when you were right in front of me. I wish I was her.  I wish it was me . These feelings aren't one-sided. I know how you feel about me. But what if you knew how I felt? Would you end things with her? Would you really give me another chance to show you that I love you? what if it was me on that plane? 

You deserve happiness. And I know she does all the things I should have done.  I know she loves you but the difference is that she never screwed things up like I did.  I don't deserve you. So there goes my chance. I've got nothing left to show for, except the pictures I posed for, but I keep them in a box under my bed. 

Basement renovation, basement dreams.

Yeah, he's an asshole, but you are, too.

Am I making something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced

What would I do if you never loved me again?

But God, he's so beautiful when he smiles.

That god awful moment when you realize you hate yourself, and every fucking situation you're in. That moment when you're trying to console yourself, and tell the world that you are not a bad person, that you are for once not in the wrong. That moment when the world throws everything in your face, and pushes you down.

Fuck, I'm just so tired, and worn out, and full of apathy. Just, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.