they say that
“sometimes I think I’m born backwards”
Is simply because
Pain feels like heaven,
instead of hell.
Today is the worst day of my life. A few months ago you said that you wouldn’t leave me alone on today. You said you would come over and hold me as I cried. That you would keeps from hurting myself. But here we are a few months later and you haven’t even texted me to see if I’m still alive. So much for being a friend
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.