Nicole. 22. Vegas.
do you ever shift in bed slightly and suddenly youre in the most perfect sleeping position ever and you feel like the fucking planets are aligned
The drive home won’t be me singing to myself
It’ll be me singing to you
Whoever the fuck you are
…hurry up you little shit
I need company when the stars come out and illuminate the depths of my mind that I prefer to keep hidden 👎
do you ever just hear a certain lyric and your throat feels like it’s closing up bc it hits you that hard
Something about coming home at 1 in the morning with an empty passenger seat, then walking up your stairs to an empty bed just weighs down on your soul once it becomes a repetitive action.
Every night I come home, I’m by myself. Some nights I don’t notice, some nights I look over to my passenger seat as if my mind expects someone to occupy the space, then get pretty bummed when I realize no one has come home with me, well, ever.. kind of.
Work, friends, and family get you through the day with such ease.
Being single doesn’t bother me until night turns into morning and when I get home, I realize I’m absolutely alone. How lame.