I’m a little bit sad
a little bit lonely
a little bit scared
a little bit empty
a little bit anxious
a little bit fed up
a little bit hopeless
a little bit down
a little bit lost
a little bit confused
a little bit fucked up
a little bit cold
a little bit too honest
a little bit miserable
tired
and very in love.
I still haven't decided whether i'm going to slit my wrists or fall in front of a train. When I do, you probably won't get to hear about it.