my name is caroline
every thing would be much easier if people were more upfront about how they feel. you shouldn’t have to hold back so often.
Just spent the last thirty minutes or so driving around Apex for no reason
i’m not really sure how a memory reappears, how it crosses my mind. it’s as if it has been treading the waterline of my mind, and once it’s released for a breath of air, it practically torments you. if it’s partially submerged then it will sweetly remind you. but for now as i confront its presence, my entire brain is completely rewired.