What are you thinking?
I don't know.
Tell me, please.
I don't know, it's just all really daunting, thinking about the things you never said to the people you wanted to say them to. You know what I fucking hate? The fact that I've had so many conversations in my head, with people I've met, about things I wish I'd said, but never actually did. I was either too afraid or too embarrassed... and for what? If I would've said those things, to those people, I wouldn't have these constantly repeating conversations in my head about things that never actually happened. All those possibilities never came to fruition and I ask myself: "Would they have made me happier?" I don't know, maybe.
I don't know.
Tell me, please.
I don't know, it's just all really daunting, thinking about the things you never said to the people you wanted to say them to. You know what I fucking hate? The fact that I've had so many conversations in my head, with people I've met, about things I wish I'd said, but never actually did. I was either too afraid or too embarrassed... and for what? If I would've said those things, to those people, I wouldn't have these constantly repeating conversations in my head about things that never actually happened. All those possibilities never came to fruition and I ask myself: "Would they have made me happier?" I don't know, maybe.