I know you'll ask me to hold on and carry on like nothing's wrong. They say you'll be back when your days and your nights get a little bit colder, but when? You don’t know me, you don’t even care, you don’t wear my chains. I watch the walls around me crumble, but it’s not like I won’t build them up again. You will never see me beyond this exterior…


p/s: i will be off for camp from 15-18 december. text me if necessary.