this is how the cookie crumbles.
I mean, I knew he never needed me the way I did, but the way he left still stung. Stop looking at me like I'm crazy - I'm not I swear I just get nervous. I get nervous, and my nerves feel like they're being attached to live wires. I get nervous and my lungs collapse into themselves and I melt into a being that doesn't know how to exist -- electric sparks making my heart spasm. My hands are shaking but maybe it's because I can't find yours anymore; tell me I'm crazy. Tell me these words make no sense, tell me I matter.
one day i won't and it still wouldn't matter.
dina xx
