i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
every time i think about the fact that women are born with all the eggs they'll carry in their lifetime, which means i have never been apart from my mother, ever. makes me wanna cry and vomit and disappear into thin air
what's it called when you miss him but you don't want him back but you still keep thinking about him but if he asked to try again you'd say no but you can't imagine dating anyone else