My mind is set on failure, but I really want to succeed. Or just be happy. Which ever is easier.
I tried. I failed. We tried. We failed. I loved. I lost. We loved. We lost. I loved you. I lost you. You loved me. You lost me. I’m trying to move on and be happy. You won’t let me go.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn’t, not really. Only...– Like Crazy (via trebuchement)
I’m so tiered of being lost in my own head.