she lies. and I steal.

[that_emo_girl28]

i usually write because I'm too full to keep it all in anymore.
if someone reads this, they'll know what I mean.
I'm not full. I'm angry.
There's something to be said about knowing too much.
I know too much. And I made myself know too much.
and everything pieced itself together.
my mom's old wedding band.
being so far. and working so much harder.
and every other clue I've ignored.

this person doesn't love me.
people who love you don't burn you up. they don't hurt you on purpose.
they don't hurt the ones you love on purpose.