Do you ever sit with a song on replay for hours just because the lyrics make you feel a little less alone? Because you're like everyone else and have it in your head that no one understands but, in my case, John Mayer. Because the words tell your story so you listen to it over and over again to match the details and wonder how you got here. How you got to not sleeping and instead listening to slow sad love songs all night and then half the morning. You wonder if it's a dream because you promised yourself when you were younger "that will never happen to me." And then what feels like the very next morning you never knew you could cry so much, hurt so much, think so much. And not sleeping just adds to it because when you can dream, you try over and over again all morning and then afternoon to dream that dream again. It doesn't matter anyways, not getting out of bed. You swear to yourself you're never going to find the motivation to go outside and breathe. The self esteem to find someone new.
...but maybe, just maybe, thats just me.
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