No matter where you are in your life,no matter how much you have matured,have much you have acomplished...I will always be six years behind.

I could see where this would end...at the same place it began.

This crystalized sadness is becoming more visable in the glitter of growing up.

Maybe this live-fast-die-young girl just isnt for you.Maybe your 20-year-old-finding-who-you-are just isnt for me.

Maybe you should have took that job in Houston,maybe you should have never looked back ,what's here anyway? An illusion of a lover.An illusion of a future.

Fuck off.