I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.
So I feel like I’ve developed a fear of sleeping. Everytime I close my eyes your their torturing my mind
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.