IT's late

It's late Sunday night.
or technically Monday morning.
I can't sleep.
I can barely breathe.

My mind is running circles.
I can't quit thinking about things that dont matter.

Jealousy is burning my insides.
why am I jealous anyways?

Nobody has a clue what im talking about.

I think I've gone a little crazy...

You Know You Love Me,
Shelby