cherry

Your bullshit doesn’t phase me anymore.

I yearn for a day of peace and tranquility.

Summer, please come faster.

I cared way too much. I’m tired of not being appreciated. Don’t care whether you see it or not anymore, I’m done.

Does it make you feel better when you tell someone they ruined your life? Really, does it? How would the other person feel? Better too, right? Like they don’t know what they’ve done. No.

I have to grow up.

Sometimes, I feel really empty inside.

I feel like I’m lacking emotion; I’m lacking a passion for something. Some people say I’m cold-hearted, but I’m really not. If only you were in my shoes for a day, you’ll know how I feel. If anything, I wouldn’t be cold — just empty.

I don’t know, sometimes it’s just really tiring to keep up the same routine.

Where’s the “interesting”?

I can’t tell if everything changed for the best.

I miss the past. A lot.

Willpower makes things seem so easy to control sometimes.

You’re such an inconsiderate little kid.