i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
the worst sadness i’ve ever felt was grieving you while you were still very much alive.
i think i hate hospitals, and the stinky hand soap, and a nurse’s fake smile, and the overhead lighting, and the quiet doctors, and the cold tile floors, and the cheap tissues, and the bland food, and the way you’ll never be the same.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.