ironically infinite

i love/hate/miss everyone
especially you

and some people are just so good at making it seem as if they're singling you out when they're not even talking to you

wish i could share my joy with the world
it's priceless wealth

so sick of the people i love being down
not so sick of the people i love

i'm getting bored of words that everyone's already heard
i wanna make it big

roots radicals

i didn't know reading that would hurt me so bad
i didn't realize i'm still so vulnerable

jesus christ, i hate remembering

what makes you so special?

i don't believe you anymore
but i'm becoming increasingly okay with it.

this nice thing is, this doesn't scare me anymore.