Hopeless Romantic

So I have this shirt. It’s a browny colour like chocolate. And has words across it saying “where the streets have no name” in French. It’s extremely soft, has a hole on the seem on the left side. It’s a loose fit. I don’t wear it for any of that though. I wear it because it’s been the shirt I’ve worn at some of the happiest moments of my life. And some of the worst too. Someone else wore it every night for a month because it reminded them of me. Im wearing it right now because I like it :) it has meaning to it, so I hold onto it. It means alot to me and I only wear it out when I feel the person is fit to be a memory attached to the shirt. Everytime I slip it on, I imagine all the memories, thoughts and emotions that have been attached to this shirt.

It’s my favorite shirt and it was only $5 :) money doesn’t buy happiness. Those few dollars u keep for reasons u don’t know do. Spending that little bit of left over cash on someone else. That little deed could make their day. Could just make them smile. It’s all worth it in the end.

It’s my fav T and I love it :)

I lie here without a reason. No goals, no wants. Nothing to look forward to. So why bother putting in the effort to wear the mask everyday and put on a show. There ain’t a reason to continue but I soldier on in hope that something to look forward to will come along. In hope I’ll want something more and strive towards it. To have a reason for anything at all.

I can’t find a single thing to have drive to do for myself… But the second someone else comes along that I want to do something for, nothing gets in my way besides myself. Why can’t I be worth my own time rather than any girl that swings a compliment my way or rubs up the right way is worth all my spare time and losing sleep over.

I hope for everyone but myself.

fill-your-lungs:

There’s too much coke in my Jack Daniels.

not even kiding ay