things that break other things.

i don’t need to be reminded about everything i hate about myself.

yeah sure. i'm the one that ruined your day.

whatever.

i was hoping for more of an actual conversation but if she wants to let all that simmer than she can be my guest. i’m not apologizing for being upset over something she did, even though i told her about my discomforts.

i know the tell tale signs of a maxwell who isn’t having a good time and spontaneous and drastic changes in appearance is one of them.

nothing. nevermind. it’s fine. why don’t you go stay with will this weekend.

you know i didn’t THINK there was a rift between us until you started saying nevermind.

what am i doing wrong?

i can say with certainty that i’ve been making an effort to get better and be halfway decent. but with people like hera, i just lose all sense of progress. am i doing better? am i really? who’s to say.

sure fire way to make me feel like trash is to dismiss my fucking feelings.

mmm.

i do miss him. i did love him. i was afraid of him. he still haunts my dreams. not all of them are nightmares.