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please, let’s get away.
let’s go far away where the sun is always shining, and no one knows who we are.

we don’t need anything or anyone. just ourselves.
let’s start everything over and become new people.
let’s become who we were truly meant to be.
let’s party all night.
let’s pretend we didn’t leave a life behind.

^{why can’t it be that easy.}
i want to go away and live a frivolous life of dancing, sun, and warm breezes.

i don’t ever want to wear shoes again. if all i ever feel again is the sand between my toes i will be content.

with the sun on my shoulders
and the sand beneath my toes
i will be content.

it doesn’t matter.
their opinion shouldn’t matter more than my own.
just because he thinks i look good doesn’t mean i’m hot stuff.
just because he doesn’t think i look good doesn’t mean i’m trash.
just because he’s not talking to me doesn’t mean i’m worthless.

i AM worth something to someone. and maybe who i mean something to right now isn’t the one i necessarily want to be with, but they love me for who i am, and i shouldn’t toss it aside.

then again, i shouldn’t stick with it just because i don’t want to hurt anyone, and because they’re the only one i mean something to right now.

i’m worth something, damnit, why can’t he see that?
why can’t more people see it?
why do i feel myself falling?

“youth’s the most unfaithful mistress,
still we forge ahead to miss her,
rushing our moment to shine.”
-dashboard confessional, swiss army romance.

live by that, kiddos, live by that.

so it wasn’t fabulous, but it didn’t suck either. no inhalation, children, DO NOT INHALE. that’s what makes it suck.

okay. well. that’s it.