je ne t'aime plus mon amour
it's been obvious to me for some time now that i've exited with damage heavier than i would have imagined, cracks wider than i'm ready to deal with
like i'm just radiating fear and this acute sensation of near total fuckedness
they approach me beautifully and fearlessly and i back up until i don't see them anymore, or else i snowball into this cycle of self-loathing, these are very lonesome times
like i'm just radiating fear and this acute sensation of near total fuckedness
they approach me beautifully and fearlessly and i back up until i don't see them anymore, or else i snowball into this cycle of self-loathing, these are very lonesome times