The second I think we have a break through I realize everything
1. YOU DONT RESPECT ME
2. You have No communication skills
3. You are selfish and immature
4. I am way to smart to be with you
Liquor. She is the venom in my blood on a thundous night. She opens the lock to the door I keep shut. It’s my hidden space. My safe place. She’s untamed, and she snuck out last night and told you everything I feel. I don’t think I can hold on till December
The time as been good to us, I suppose that it normally works that way: Time. But I don’t love you. I know in my heart you aren’t the one. I don’t think I’ll ever leave you tho, I’m to comfortable.
I wanted to be more poetic attempt to make sense to why this is so hectic and yet I seem to find myself wondering why I even try cause at the end of the day I know what is find might just make me cry
The fact that I have to stay with you to survive kills me. Your a fucking child meanstrram douche bag selfish fuck. I hate you. I officially hate you. And it’s going to make this all so much harder but I HATE YOU
Oh boy a 50 hour week. Like I’m a girl in a wood shop. What the hell right? I should be in the office or soemthing. But down and dirty with the boys. Idk I’m adjusting horray adjustment disorders
I don’t need sleep. I much rather lay in bed all day and let the depression sink my body further into the mattress. But I’m restless, this bed isn’t a safe haven anymore, not with you in it: i want to be strong for you. But fighting within myself I become weak.
You always got something to say. Always bitching about fucking someone. Put your phone down and go the fuck outside. You say this world is chaos when there is tranquility outside our door step #stfu