(no subject)
What I’d do to not be me. It’s the days that pass in which I feel ignored by the world. It’s the days when nothing happens at all. It’s the nights where I don’t hear your voice telling me goodnight. It’s the nights in which sleep never comes. It’s the countless hours in which I cannot even think a single thought that doesn’t involve you. It’s the reminder of your lingering taste in my mouth… And it’s these things that make me sick of myself & it’s no wonder why you are sick of me too.