I think they call this umm...venting.
The cold sound of footsteps leaving and doors closing reminds me of you.
meghanwade:

Naaaaart, see ya!

It’s okay, I know you do.

meghanwade:

Naaaaart, see ya!

It’s okay, I know you do.

Why

Do we always want the past, even when the present is better? Even when the memories are shitty, you still for some reason find yourself going there, all the time. I don’t understand.

I wish people were awake when I was.