I hate how bad this hurts

If I don’t talk about it, then it isn’t real

death in hopperville, zhiyong jing + i love you so, the walters

No one knew how much I cried that day.

It didn’t kill me, but something inside me died that day.

— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

I'm barely alive at this point

I'm what the kids call

Fucked

no longer responding to messages/texts. if you wanna talk you can show up at my door with flowers

You showed me that just because we’re blood don’t mean we relate

— machine gun kelly