No one ever told me how hard it would be to get out of bed when I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be awake. And when my heart is a million shades of broken blues and purples and my head is a mess of splattered oranges and greens and it’s not art it’s hell and I feel sick. When I wake up day after day with a pounding in my head because for a night I wanted to forget and put a mixture of vodka and rum in my stomach and fill my lungs up with too much smoke and my mouth is so dry and I’m so in love but my head is mush and my heart doesn’t work so how could this be love. And I’ll kiss people I shouldn’t because I’d rather be with anyone than no one and all I can taste is you and I’ll take another shot and I’ll spend all night sobbing in the bathroom because I can’t get you out of my head and oh god please get out of my head.
— I don’t want to think about you anymore