Chaos.

Home makes me think of you. My walls, my binder, my corkboard, a lot of things....... Most people would take it back. Because to me, it's not over. You could be out of my sight, but you will never be out of my mind. Wondering if your doing okay, wondering if you are thinking about me as well. I doubt it. I doubt that you worry about what I do anymore. I mean nothing to you. And I guess that's what is breaking my heart the most.

"When you are dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll out of bed and down on your knees. And for a moment you can't really breathe. Wondering, was he really here? Is he standing in my room. No he's not. Because he's gone gone gone gone."

In the middle of this chaos, I feel like less of a mess.

I want to just talk. To just tell you about my day. Well all the words I have right now, is goodnight.