i think the prophecy is wrong. there is no way the universe would torture me this humorously.
she looks like me, talks like me, acts like me. and i know you can’t stand that she’s still not quite me.
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
thank you mother, for uprooting my life for your own convenience.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
i’d never been in a room so tense. then everyone came back broken.
the days of my american dream drag on and on.
IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE SO TODAY I ACTED LIKE IT.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
i rip open my stitches each time you stumble back into my life. even though i know i will cry tonight as i stitch them up after you leave.