October 30th 2013
I think the loneliness is actually finally getting to me, to walk down the halls or streets and see people holding hands and kissing each other. In public. I’m sick of being a basement romance. I was someone who care’s about me. I am so sick of who I am getting in the way, the problems I have and the things that have happened to me. They are important. But i just wish they didn’t define me as a person or my self worth.
Photo’s taken by me at an abandoned farm house by my house in Pennsylvania
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