You like to use things that make you forget about who you really are. You smoke weed for a fresh breath of air every morning and every night and in between those times. You pour alcohol down your throat like it’s the last bit of water during a drought. When there’s no room for sleep you like to confiscate your insomnia with sleeping pills. You like to use things that make you forget about who you really are too much, and I wish I realized this when our bodies started to collide with flames, and you told me “I can’t get enough of you.” You only come around when you want to melt yourself, and I’m just another cheap thrill to you.
— Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing












