I’m an idiot who just don’t know when to quit. I finally got him to say things. And that hurt as usual, it hurts a whole damn lot.
I honestly didn’t know how much I love and hurt him until I realize that everything’s so fucked up beyond repair.
God or whatever entity I kinda believe in just please let me get through this. Please.
He eats my soul and someday I’ll write how much I hate him.
And write how he doesn’t matter.










