You know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
it’s 2014 why can’t we teleport to certain places yet