I grew up in this shit-hole paradise.

[viralata]

This city is heavy with every fucking problem I left unfinished, and everyone wants their little bit of closure. Like I can cut myself up into little pieces so that no-one feels cheated.
And everything about this hurts. And everything about this feels so incredibly and undeniably right.
And I guess I belong here more than anywhere else.
And I guess it would be wrong fall in love with here with him with now, when the rest of the world is still waiting.