Being angsty I know
It's funny how one's life always gets controlled by rules.
Don't think.
Don't remember.
Hate him.
Don't let him make you weak again.
Never fall in love again.
Keep your head on your shoulders.
Only listen to your brain.
Don't read his letters.
Don't reopen the scars.
Control yourself.
Every damn day is just another torture. Rules, Rules, Rules. Did you know that when you left me? Are you a tortured man too? You probably get to fuck another pretty boy, make him moan into the night, make him scream, have your way with him, bring him ecstasy, make him yours. You make people your personal posessions so easily. I know the addictive agony being yours created. Because I couldn't let go at all, even though you destroyed my life. How is it so easy to you to break people? You're a broken man, worse than me. Accept that. You're not better than me and you know it. I can get over you, I can take back my life. You can only live off pain. I can break the rules, all of them minus one:
Fuck the memories