there is nothing so strange, in a strange land, as the stranger who comes to visit.
my name is shannon.
i wish you cared still. i’m so embarrassed to admit it but i wish you still had feelings for me. i wish there was closure but no one can count on that. i feel like such an idiot for feeling this way for so long. so stupid. we are never going to have another meaningful conversation again. sometimes i think things hurt the longer you have to carry them around. it does it hurt. i want to cry but i know the situation is futile. it is a true waste of tears.