paraABnormal

boring & disrespectful: “oh, i can’t survive without my morning coffee”, “energy drink makes it so that i can get through my boring work”, and so on

me, approaching my local barista with trepidation and awe: potion seller. I am going into battle and I require your strongest potion.

you like me when i'm sober and you're not. i like you when i'm not sober and you are. this is how it is. this is how it will be for us, the ones addicted to hurt and heartbreak.

I warned you. I told you that I was broken, that depression infiltrated the farthest corners of my mind and was slowly taking over my soul. I offered you the chance to leave, to let the night swallow me without a trace of darkness on your hands. But you stayed, so I confided in you. I admitted how I fell apart at night, how my life was a cycle of anguish and that my mettle was sorely tried. But it eventually became too much for you, and you decided that you couldn’t deal with it, so you left. I don’t blame you though, I couldn’t deal with me either.

It’s night time and I’d rather be drowning in your arms than in my own thoughts.