The summer we had was wonderful. Our hugs, our kisses. Your smile warmed my heart. We opened up, we grew closer than ever.
And yet, I could help but feel that you had deeper issues that you daren't open up about.
And as we got closer and closer, you got further and further away.
Your broken, battered heart was barricaded even from me, who thought I had captured it, and your darkest thoughts festered.
And as you got further and further away, I plummeted into the same darkness. It enveloped me, pulling me in and feeding off of my happiness. I was guilty I could not help you and it ate away at me.
And we became one and the same; broken, hidden away, secretive.
Your brokenness broke me.
-inspired by the song peach pit, as many of these shitty thoughts are
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
