all i can think about is kissing you and killing myself
I didn’t do anything wrong this time..
I didn’t fucking do wrong. Not once.
All I did was trust you. All I did was be me..
Now things are weird and I end up hurt again.
Always hurt.
Maybe I just care about things too much.
Maybe I’ll just have to keep being alone. Just as I get okay with that, someone comes along and makes me happy. Someone makes me feel good about being me. Then something happens.
This time it’s not fair though, it’s just not fucking fair. We clicked.
Now I’m just fucking lost again. Lost and alone.
