"life is so beautiful,"
"it's annoyingly beautiful.. just like what you've implied."
"yet it wasn't beautiful enough to make you stay."
closed the book, packed my things, stomped on the cigarette, and walked away.
t'was a busy day for sure..
same day, same old. yet it totally doesn't feel
the same.
"you're so unfair.."
i looked up.
"it's my coping mechanism to even wish that you're really up there."
but i wish you rot in hell...
for being so unfair..,
why do you have to leave me alone?
life's annoyingly beautiful....
but it's not great at all.
