time goes by and i am kinda staying the same, u know likem i like the same music the same ppl, and i hate the same things
and still smthng is changing inside of me constantly andd everyday, and sometimes u just start to miss ur old-self
its that little feeling that is born by the music of memories
everything that i want now is to cry is a cigarette and my old friends shoulders close to me, so i can lean on it....
i am so fucking away from almost everything that i love and altho i like this place i alrdy wanna go back...i cant fucking imagine how the fuck will i survive here without 1 person that i hope will go through this with me