The guy I’ve been texting for about 2 weeks now is going to naples tomorrow what do I do I feel lonely already
I’m ever so worn down today
I fucking hate you.
I’m so sick of trying for you.
I keep remembering the time we spent together.
The time we were lying in bed and we smoked crack.
When you buried your head into me and called me your baby.
And you laughed because I talked about death.