The collected breaths of mutes

It's an old story, somebody comes into this place, and lives, and then goes away forever.

So many feels

Posted 1 year ago

excuse me while I roll over and die.

I need to fucking be alone.

I’m sick of my house being the party crash pad.

I’m sick of Rianne manipulating me.

Summer for me starts on Thursday.

I hope Ri knows I’m not getting drunk every night. Once a week MAYBE.

I wish that Colin wanted to be with me.

It’s better this way—I need to remember how to be alone.

Take everything else away.