1 august 2015
today I’m just really mad at you and yesterday I love you and tomorrow I’m in love with you because I hate that I love you and hate that I hate myself because I love you because I don’t want to but I do
and what am I supposed to do about the fact that you’re the person I want to see more than any other and I hate that you’re holding me here keeping me from considering leaving this place -- which is what I need to do to be free of you -- because I know you won’t come with me
and isn’t it funny how all the things I said before I met you mean fuck all now you’re here? (no)








