Text: Suicide File (the). Things Fall Apart. I like The Nightlife Baby.

Every moment I'm with you feels like my skin is peeling off so why the fuck do I even try to talk to you. I wish you'd die. And though I say I'd rather not deal with anything or anything at all I can't help myself and I cnt fight back. I'm fucking sick and I'm off track. Can you hear me? Please tell me if you can. I'm fucking sick. I'm not sure you'd understand.They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but this time...it just made me hate you more. They say forgiveness is a virtue...but at this point I'm not so sure. I came this close to walking away. And now I wish I fucking had