FUN STORY: my grandma lives in a city that was currently taken over by drug dealers and gangs and it’s now divided in two and my grandma is the oNLY CITIZEN IN THE WHOLE CITY who can go walking freely through both sides of the town because she used to do community work and feed the poor kids and those gang members were all fed by her so they let her come and go as she wants SO WHAT WE LEARN TODAY IS TO BE FUCKING NICE TO KIDS BC U MIGHT BE DEALING W FUTURE GANG MEMBERS
I’m used to it
I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
IM SO ANGRY THAT PINEAPPLES DONT GROW ON TREES
THIS PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH YOU DOTN EVEN KNOW
and three empty bottles of vodka.
Three fucking days.
I knew you’d leave me eventually
because you’d see me how I see myself,
but I didn’t think it’d hurt so damn much.
Maybe it was coming home and seeing pills
scattered across the bathroom floor.
Or maybe the fact I didn’t love myself enough for you to love me,
or maybe I’m just not even capable of love.
So here’s to day four,
Or maybe even five.
Because damn does it feel better to have the vodka burn down my throat into my chest instead of you.