peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
i’m losing myself. can’t you tell?
i wrote all day trying to string together a sentence but i simply cannot. there are no words, feelings or colors to describe the pain you cause me.
i can feel myself falling. and i have never ever been happier.
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
happiness is running away from me. and i am letting it happen.
for once, my mind is quiet.
i’m so afraid of becoming everything i’m running from.
she looks like me, talks like me, acts like me. and i know you can’t stand that she’s still not quite me.