doing

I felt the fall air on my face today, the dry, cold, dusty air, I couldn’t help but think of you, and only you

these green leaves turning yellow, and falling like I did

I made time, set aside time, took time, wasted time

to get that back would mean more

you’re such a small person

you’ll never make an impact, you’ll never change anyone

you’ll always be a child at heart

you’ll never grow up, you’ll never help a single person

you’ll never be special, you’ll never be cherished

people like you are why I don’t feel bad about myself anymore

and you’ll never even read this stupid fucking tumblr post.