Album: 19
There are times I feel as if I only serve to fill the little gaps in your life, between your music, your work, your school, and your friends; whereas I'm struggling to fill the gaps you leave in my life with dance, dance, dance. But then I think to myself, it's okay; I'd rather be an inconsequential filler than not be wanted at all.
There's a part of me that feels ashamed and appalled by that.
And then there's that other thing. Which makes me feel even more insecure.
And that makes me all the more disgusted with myself.
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