She couldn’t care less about me, not even if I committed suicide. Truth is, I would flatline for her in a heartbeat.
Trying oh so hard.
Doesn’t matter.
Never has.
I’m fine. That’s all you’ll ever need to believe.
I know something i shouldnt and its making me bleed. i dont think she feels bad about it either. didnt she remember how it felt to be on the receiving end? i feel insane. i cant ask her anything, cant say anything about it. i should tell her?
you know you can’t feel more insane when you’re jealous of a drawn picture.
getting harder to belive in anything.
