It Ends Here.
This is where it all comes down to; everything that is, will be, or has been. I stop here. It all stops here. I'm 19. I'm a female. I go to college. I'm not sure about much of anything. And that's okay with me.
How I feel when I think about how cute and shit we used to be
How I feel when I try to contact you again
How I feel when you don’t reply to anything
Then after a while I end up feeling like
