you'll never sink
28.07.13 | 11:21 pm
i go through my days and i'm happy enough, you know, and then i lie down to go to bed and, well. you know.
i die a little bit (in the best way) when someone says something slightly nice to me.
but i am also really good at brushing them off.
there's just this feeling deep down in my chest and i just can't explain it.
for the past couple of days i have been wondering how someone must see me just from what i've written here. how accurate are these slices of my life in response to the whole picture? do i measure up? better? worse?
i would like to take a bath.