Bullshit. Nothing means everything. The only reason why I even say nothing is because I don’t want to be a bother to other people. They themselves have their own problems to solve and sometimes it’s way easier to say that than telling them everything and just get a ” Oh ” , ” I see “, “alright” in respond. That’s why I rarely tell people my problems. I just bottle them up inside. Keep it in there.
After all this time, why is it still you? Even if you made me cry, made me mad, even if you hurt me to the point I got used to it. Because no matter what I’d still choose you. Even after all this time, if I could pick anyone, it’d still be you. It has always been you, and always will. But, if you had a choice would it ever be me…?