you didn’t love her.
you just didn’t want to be alone.
or maybe, she was just good for your ego.
or, or maybe she just made you feel better about your miserable life.
but you didn’t love her,
because you don’t destroy people you love.
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost.
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.
I hate running into people I haven’t seen in a while like…in the supermarket and they’re like ‘omg what are you doing here?!’…I’m on a fucking safari what else would I be doing here….