I’m not really in the mood for anything anymore. Don’t text me to ask if I’m okay because I’m not. Don’t try to look for me when I disappear because you won’t find me. Don’t try and come to my rescue because I just can’t be saved. I’ve had it with everything. I don’t want to do this anymore. I just want everything for me to end.
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your favourite colour now
and sometimes you meet someone who can make the
sickest addictions seem beautiful and sometimes
there’s some people you’d rather sit on a couch with
and drink some gas station coffee and read your favourite
books over and over while you forget that dinners on the stove
so it gets burned but you still think it’s delicious anyway.