always thursday in october

teenage going on extinct. im just waiting for a text that will never come. a love thats already passed me by. something that makes me feel like its worth it that im alive. singing boys dont cry like thatll fix the pit in my stomach and my hollowed out ribs, hoping for just a second that all the feelings will go away. the record keeps skipping and the world keeps spinning and if i keep on slipping i wont be able to hang on.

i hope its all meaningless so i can have the last laugh at myself for trying to matter. xo.