the same shit every day.. faking my happiness, faking my status, just to protect what really goes on inside, i missed the signs, it’s exhausting trying to start over... imagine going through the same cycles, every fucking day, just to realize that the pieces aren’t together, the changing of the weather, my heart’s cold as december, i hope she remembers... me one day. you shouldn’t be emotionally scared over, people who don’t respect you, denormalize having respect back, that shit is toxic and aggravating, shit would not slide in Pleasantville... you have to be ready for change, that’s what makes you stronger as a person, its not a loss, its a lesson, just know your worth it, cause nobody’s perfect in Pleasantville.