you ruined my life, how do i get it back?

what the fuck has changed.

i tried to tell a story to somebody, a memory of us i have, one that makes me laugh, but i couldn’t get the feelings right. it’s not a crazy memory. just one of us existing in love. and how i miss it so bad.

you’re telling me you love me after midnight like a confession once a year changes things. news flash: i’m not doing this with you anymore

it’s kinda funny, and i don’t mean to laugh, but you’re telling me about this girl you found, someone you thought you really hit it off with, how all of a sudden she threw you to the side, how you’re caught up waiting for her to come back to you, how she never will… don’t you see… that’s what you did to me?

it always feels like everybody’s leaving, i don’t know what i did wrong, am i a bad person?

am i a good person?