My anxiety is through the roof right now. I shouldn’t drink caffeine anymore it just amplifies it so much. UGHHgskjfasklfas
When I wake up next to you
I feel at home and
When I hold your hand
I never wanna let it go
So I’l just pass out on your floor
I layed on my roof last Sunday night.
I was talking to myself outside, and I’m fine with that.
It’s not so bad I guess.
All I seem to hear is the same question.
It’s always, “Hey, how have you been?”
And I’m still the same, not much has changed for me anyway.