Moment of Honesty #2
I wish, more than anything, that you would talk to me again. I know I fucked up. Like royally fucked up. But, the longer I keep pretending that this doesn’t faze me, the more disconnected I become from my true self.
I wish, more than anything, that you would talk to me again. I know I fucked up. Like royally fucked up. But, the longer I keep pretending that this doesn’t faze me, the more disconnected I become from my true self.
