How can I love a jerk and see myself get hurt on Christmas eve… so stupid.
It’s like I rode on a Jeep realizing, after a long journey that I got in the wrong one. And that I didn’t know where else to go and that you just had to go on with it cause there’s nothing else you can do but to wait where its going.
It’s that feeling when you’re stuck on the trip. It’s that feeling when you’re stuck in an emotion. It kills.