Breathe for me because I want to stop right now. I want my lungs to drown in the lack of oxygen. And I want to blame it on you and everyone else. I didn't want to you or anyone else to pull that string and send me spiraling. Unraveling.
It's your fault. But you still frown and ask what's the matter.
And I can't answer you.
I can't tell them.
I drown myself in fictional pages and wish to be them. Literally dream of living on the printed pages of a novel.
A mere idea.
Because it's better than this big fucking JOKE of an idea that God had.
Because he created you and everyone else that hurts me. And he hates me. And her. And her too and him.
Hates us an punishes us with you and your equivelants.
I wish that it could be over.
I wish that I could leave you behind and never turn around.
Ever.
I wish that when you asked me what the matter was you'd already know that it was you.
I don't want anyone to tell me they're sorry or apologize for nothing. I want you to tell me you;'re sorry and you mean it.
Because I said I'd leave if you never changed and you haven't changed but I can't leave.
PS. That was all a joke. Not the above. But the thing we've lost sleep over for the past few months. But it somehow seems unimportant.
IAMFALLINGAPART
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don't fall apart bestfriend.
If you do then there's no way out of this.
I love you.
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