twenty-five july
eleven : thirty-seven p.m.

"do you ever feel like you're missing out on everything? like everyone is doing much better things than you.."

he always asks me, because he knows i'll say yes. because he knows - despite the argument and the months of silence and the nights spent crying and the other people - that we're still exactly the same as each other.

"i think..it's hard for me to be happy. there's something wrong with me."




listen : "an acquaintance strikes a chord" by the good life