i’ve never needed someone more than i need u rn. i miss you. i don’t miss us, but i miss you. i want to apologize. i want you to not hate me. i know that’s wrong of me, but i can’t help it. you were my favorite person. i still write you letters on the unsent project. i wonder if you ever think of me in a positive light. i have been thinking of you constantly. all i want is to make things right but i know i can’t. the damage is done. and i’m so sorry there’s nothing i can do to fix it. i wonder if you’ll ever stumble across my account on here. i have so many things for u to read. i don’t know if that would hurt you more. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry i’ve hurt you and everyone you love. i dragged them all in. i want to believe i’ve changed. maybe if you saw me now you would tell me. you’re the only one that knows the real me. i’ve done so much to fix it. all because of you. thank you. i didn’t deserve to have that chance. but i know you didn’t do it for me. i’m medicated. i’m not going to stop. i spend all of my time at work or working on music. i wish you could see me now. everyone around me feels dull. you were the light of my life and i didn’t appreciate that. i’m so sorry. i wish i could fix it.
my roommates are fighting.
they’re engaged. i love them both very much but they’re both very different when they’re upset. it’s never as triggering as i expect it to be. maybe something in me is still too broken to fix.
i’ve kind of become their couples therapist. i’m usually unneeded but i’m good at looking at situations from the outside.
i do catch myself wondering if this would’ve been us. i hope not. it gets pretty heated. it’s not a bad relationship, they just clash when it comes to the communication of different agreements. i know they love each other.
i loved you even when we fought.
i am so thirsty someone get me a refreshing glass of ice cold sparkling piss
u ever just get that lil squeezy ouch in your chest that just fuckin Hurts
i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and i miss you.
and then i lay back down and drown the world out.
the only reason my favourite animal is the dunkleosteus is because of the game hungry shark where they called it “big daddy”
me staring at the “please don’t take anything” text knowing i already took something
chat i gotta be honest i might kill myself
do mi ti
why not me
good morning.
i am just so confused. i can’t talk about it to anyone because i was asked not to but i am not sure what to do. it’s frustrating? i think.
i wrote a song. i was so nervous yesterday i wrote it before the call. it’s called “— goodbye.” i’m trying to give it like a cigarettes after sex vibe i think. here are the lyrics:
the room is spinning
you don’t know me at all
but still, you’re giving me a chance
one more second chance
you know you haunt me
you found the letters buried in my room
years have passed
i never thought id see you again
now i know i won’t
because i’ve said goodbye
i mean it this time
we’re strangers once again
i realize i’ve molded myself into
the person you would’ve wanted
i wonder if that means you’ll haunt me forever
they say you never forget your first true love
perhaps i’ll be carrying you with me
i’ve forgotten your voice
the one i used to know
the one that loved me so
i’m glad you’ve changed
i can’t mourn a ghost that’s not there
i’m glad i said goodbye
because i meant it this time
we’ll always be strangers
and when i lay in bed at night
wishing i had someone to love me again
i’ll remember all you taught me
and understand love comes naturally
not from force
i won’t worry about what could’ve been
only what could still be
i’ve always seen the world from eyes
that search for the reason “why?”
i’ve waited and waited for a chance like this
but now that it’s over
it’s time to say goodbye.
it’s just a draft of course. id like to add some things and make it more coherent. the way i write is just word vomit on a page. i posted the instrumental on my twitter.
i changed the album list again. took off some songs that i just didn’t like. they were pretty negative anyway.
i haven’t heard from the others in days and i’m not quite sure why. my head feels quiet.
other than that, i feel free. it’s like a weight has been lifted off my chest. i don’t know how to feel about it or if i should feel anything.
i think i like having a diary.
thinking about baked bean