count your blessings


Sorry for being a fucking disappointment.

I don’t know how not to lose you, I don’t know how much longer should I try.

fuck you

never knew how it was so fucking easy for you to let go of what we had the past 20 months.



never fucking enough never fucking enough for you

why’d you leave so easily?

there’s been no one person that has been capable of soaring my hopes so high up, and then crashing it down all at once, with no mercy, no regrets, without a single glimpse back; and then leave to watch me destroy myself bit by bit from afar, while you shove in my face, the comparative happiness that has been brought upon you. if anything, you are a permanent reminder that I was never fucking ever going to be enough.

and would you (especially you) cry,

when I’m no longer here anymore