you’re bitter she didn’t fuck you. you freaked her friends out by chasing them in your car when she was 17

stole kisses because they weren’t offered. you didn’t move out because of the needle. you felt rejected


This isn’t the time to

analyze myself

we still have two sections of America to go.

you enjoyed her addiction, it gave you more control. you didn’t even need to fuck her anymore. just bring tinder thots home so she could sweat her regrets out on the couch

you wanted to rub her nose in it. you wanted her to suffer

This is dark dude

you gave her the car out of guilt, knowing that she wasn’t responsible enough to handle it. you knew that she was going to fuck this up too. you suspected this was the only way she’d ever really get clean, locked up like an animal. just to make you feel better about yourself

Just because you have access to my

worst thoughts & fears

doesn’t mean that your voicing them creates who I am. We are all the editors of a rough draft that we’re in the process of constantly revising. Honesty and sincerity correct toward the truth and every day is a new page in the story.

I’m my own creation.