DO WHAT YOU LOVE. LOVE WHAT YOU DO.

Sometimes, I think back to our relationship and it feels like a really weird dream. In 6 weeks, so much has changed and you’re a completely different person.

So much happened, SO MUCH.

Arguments. Break up. Flights. Leaving. More fights. Hurt. Disconnect. Compassion. More arguments. Lease. Healing. Crying. Hatred. Disgusts. Compassion. Empathy. Pain. Love. Anger. Over.

At the end of it all, someone who I thought I was in love with is gone. Someone I really believed in. Sometimes it feels like I’m living in an alternate universe. Or rather, I feel like those 8 months we were together I was living in was an alternate universe.

You really fooled me, T.

Fight just to fuck, just to fight again

World War III justified in bed

Mess me up, now we ain't even friends

But the truth is I'm kind of tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah

Lessons that I just can't seem to learn

I never thought you'd leave me two for two again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt

You'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up, no

Lights out, strike out, I doubt

You'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles