I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know why I can’t be honest with myself. I’m lying to both of us. Why do I always want what I can’t have, now I’m stuck because I always push away the people who are there for me the way they should be. Should’ve known a long time ago that this was all wrong, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Should’ve stuck with my gut. You know the most about me and I always go back to you but you’re not there the way that you need to be because I’m fucking up.
don’t do drugs. do me
do drugs and me.
do drugs with me. and then do me.
I wanted you to be there for me until the end. But I guess life gets in the way and priorities changed, I’ll always be thankful for when you were my best friend.