We sometimes want what we just can’t have, no matter how hard we try to make it happen.
There are so many layers, so many reasons why we had to break up. I think that maybe you see them, can understand them now better than before.
You can’t heal when you won’t cut out the infection, and that’s just what addiction is. An infection.
I just expected a different experience from a community who claims to be so accepting.
All too innocent, yet all too unattainable.
You just have to treat them as if they’ve already told you that they’ve gone through a bad thing. Because everyone has. Everyone. Including teachers.
Outside, everything is the same. But for me, something is different. Today is the day I’m having an abortion.
This week I did something without even thinking about it and now I’ve made £500 from it.
I see it all so clearly, your flaws and mine. The unequivocal time when you realize you need to go, run as far away as you can or you’ll be forever trapped in a half love.
I avoided every song that reminds me of you.