𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚

I say it, and mean it, from the very bottom of my black heart you took advantage of; fuck you.

I'm pushing everyone away, just to see how far I can make them go, and the worst part is, I don't even care. Maybe I won't be satisfied until they all leave. Maybe I won't be satisfied until I can die without anyone noticing.

Are you alive or just passing time?

I'm consumed by anger and grief and regrets. My emotions eating me alive from the inside and all I do is sit and stare not even care that I'm becoming a cell of what once was. A lovely human, a happy kid, a bright personality.

I'm tired. I'm young and I'm tired. Tired of living. Tired of existing. Tired of pretending. Tired. No one said life would he easy but nobody ever said it would be so hard.

Vodka has been a better friend than most people in my life so far.

''There was that expression on your face as if you didn't quite know where you belonged.''

Who would've thought self hatred takes up so much time and energy?