last day home

i find myself grieving at the thought of growing once again. it’s not that i want things to be the way they used to be (i don’t think so anyways); i just look back and wish i had more time before it all changed so fast. it’s a little messed up. you wait and you wait and you wait and suddenly there still wasn’t enough time. This Is All You Wanted And More. but there’s nowhere to run. it’s just you forever. i fear all of this is killing me slowly.