its a fake summer.

full of chaos and wonderland.

the birds don't whistle away the hole

but the deer remind me of you.

sometimes...nights are hard

and mornings are lonely

afternoons are too simple

and evenings leave me slightly empty.

but what's this compared to years on end?

so i remind myself i can make it.

it just feels right to complain.

like its my teenage duty, or something.

love you.