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(tw: bl//d, mild mention of sh)


dear someone,

i hate the person you make me. Fuck self control you make me want to punch someone and bleed and destroy everything ive spent so much time earning for the thrill of it again. you fucking remind me what it is to lose everything and theres nothing i wouldnt give to experience it again. but ive spent so long building everything back up and it'd all be for nothing. but you. you make me want to shave all my hair off and scratch my ears off and jump off a fucking building. i hate you and i hate this feeling.


(yea this sounds extreme, but i was going to write worse)

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