5.7.10

p.s. don't look down (you'll always find me)

we can both sit here and pretend everything's okay, pulling the wool over everyone's eyes with our new catchphrase: "i'm fine," until the imagined trips to wonderland grow too old for our hazy minds.
"truth" is, you shattered the world.
truth is, i always knew it was empty.
that's the only reason i survived.