@ Casino de Paris

I’m so sick of sitting on the ground in tears. I’m sick of having the rug pulled from underneath me; my tiny little bit of happiness getting ruined by people who should care but who really don’t. I’m sick of being the good girl, the one who’s kind but always gets taken advantage of.

I don’t want to be the victim, and for once, I’m done caring.


"Cassie, I’m shit with words everything always comes out so crap. But I’ve doing some thinking and everything is getting clearer. The thing is Cass, I’ve woken up this morning, and the sun’s shining through the window and it’s making me think of you. Cassie, it’s not right you hiding away in that clinic, you’ve got to get out in the world. Cassie, I don’t care if you think you’re odd, because I feel like singing when I see you, and you’re beautiful, and I’ve been such a fuckin’ chapstick these past few weeks, and all I want to do this morning is sit on top of Brandon hill and hold you and tell you how wonderful you are, and I love you.”