i feel like an idiot for running away like that. happy to see me cry now?

dead letter circus. pendulum. the fucking barbican bottles. i'm still wearing your fucking badass earrings. i never want to take them off i don't fucking know why. your fucking nerdy glasses. your fucking sweater. sniffing the fucking coconut lotion. and the fucking red dress? it is fucking haunting me. i can feel your fucking presence here in this fucking room gosh like what the fuck see i can't stop fucking swearing. you want me to forget about you. why can't you just come here and take everything away?

don't watch me.

don't even try to care. fuck you i swear.

good luck with your new life.

you can torture her as much as you want to.

heartbreaking fornicators.