I want to smash my head into a wall until my synapses don’t fire, because everything EVERYTHING that comforts me reminds me of you. you’re still f****** haunting everything i do, even though you haven’t talked to me in two YEARS.
we were never properly together, and you still were able to do this to me, to destroy me so thoroughly.
why? why me? why did you pick me? why do i have to be the broken one from all of your games?
do you still think of me?