mochamouse4

i once poured my heart out to complete strangers, but i fear now that i could never be beautiful . because i want to photograph my life and i want to catch fireflies to fill up a mason jar , but i never do the things i say i will . i want to drunkenly stumble to the ground with the inentions of staring through blurry eyes at nature's nightlights . i want to be able to scream (that i love you) and mean it from the bottom of my soul . but the pills are gone , and so are the dreams . it seems to me that i will never feel good enough f o r y o u to be happy .