six thirty in the morning and i am still awake, waiting to ask a question to which i already know the answer. the music that was supposed to soothe me to sleep is making me cry, and my head just won’t leave me alone, no matter what i do.
six thirty in the morning and i am still awake, waiting to ask a question to which i already know the answer. the music that was supposed to soothe me to sleep is making me cry, and my head just won’t leave me alone, no matter what i do.