i definitely did not format this to make it look longer... i wrote this in a deli line and i lowkey hate myself for that.
because it's true. everything's fine
until it isn't. you're only in love until you aren't.
you're only yourself until you're not. nothing
stays the same, and everything will change, and
you'll get left behind to deal with the aftermath
of something so small yet so catastrophic at the
same time, and it will only hurt until it doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
heart eyes
Short Storyshort story anthology/feelings dump i'm not suicidal i just have a lot to say