in my head : slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer



sometimes i wonder if it was all worth it .

i know it's not worth it .

it's not worth getting reprimanded for things that are way beyond your control like increasing produce prices and your fucking cavity filling popping out .

it's not worth the regret and remorse that's a result of you shouting and screaming at him because no one else will listen and he's the only one there for you - and it wasn't even his fault to begin with .

it's not worth the loneliness or the cold or the scrimping and saving .

all this fucking shit for an overpriced piece of paper that doesn't even hold that much value anymore .







xoxoxoxo ,
soho .