people come in & out of my life like it's a joke.
actually, my life is a joke.

I’m bad with words, I hope you’re good in reading eyes.

I hate myself.

I'm so tired.

Told 'em I can't talk now, they never talked again, I guess that's what it's like to have fucked up friends.

“I’ll text you if i die”

it's not the goodbye that hurts but the flashbacks the follow :(

I gave my best but I still feel useless.

I don't know how to not think of you.

We strong on our own
Our weaknesses lie in those we care for and love...we are weakened by our most beloved company.