/lit/ - Literature

“don’t worry i stay strapped, whether with switchblade or meth.”
you’re so funny i love you
lost words of a lost head
no soul, just words, words connected to misconstrued thoughts.
i felt it in My bones, the whole time. it was never irony. it was a wannabe. wannabe, meth head, anime girl, cheating, normal. everything you do is wrong
you don’t think right.
niether did i, but now i. a m okay.
you’re finally gone, and i miss you.
i miss you so emptily, I’m writing this for you. but there is now way or reason for you to receive it.
i hate you and i want to stay with you for the rest of my life.
my sweet little. sexual. assault safety blanket. marblo blacks. of course. because you’re so fucking cool.
the only thing that made me feel as if i was sAne, but really one of the strongest things keeping me from my sanity.
it is not good to be with someone so fucking fucked up that IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER. I love how you make me feel. I hate you with my whole heart. you’ve become my whole world, i never lied about that. but my world is nothing but lava and rock and smoke. weed,
it was only to make you cool. im on shrooms, the first time i did them you were the only person i wanted there. but. it was only because of you. you made me think i was only allowed to have you. I am in love with my best friend, Hope, and i had been suppressing that because of you. i pushed her away because of my internalized homophobia. i hated you for being ‘BI”
i knew you were a lying cheater and that it only doubled my chances of being screwed over. you joined the scum of the earth to take yourselves out of my life. i hate the skank, but i appreciate you for not rAping me. or telling me any more traumatizing stories. tell me, did you fuck Mocha?