Killing time.

and one day you wake up and you’re 17 with life coming at you like a speeding train but you forgot your ticket
still single, still lonely, but now you just have a few scars to remind you of where you’ve been
there are people you miss and some that you’re glad to forget but forgetting is hard and the pain is still there
watching restricted movies isn’t as fun as you’d hoped and it turns out drinking only gives you a headache and more regrets
you wish you could go back but the train is leaving the station and you’re already on-board

—help i don’t want to grow up, Rafael Ortiz (via cramp)

(via plethori-c)