I used to pray like God was listening.
I used to make my parents proud.
I was the glue that kept my friends together,
Now they don’t talk and we don’t go out.
I used to know the name of every person I’d kissed.
Now I’ve made this bed and I can’t fall asleep in it.
(Source: blurthelinebetweenselfandothers, via scottie-spliffen)