It's been a long time.
And boy has it been hell.
Sure I like my life,
But sometimes you couldn't tell.

It's like when you burn everything down.

You don't have anything left to burn,

but yourself.

Self distruction is not the answer

I must tell myself.

If I don't get better soon,

I don't know what I'll do.

But trust me,

it wont be too horrible.

I'm not sorry that I met you,

I'm not sorry that it's over,

&

I'm most definitly not sorry that I have nothing else to say,

except goodbye.

It was fun,

But like you did before me,

I just lost that touch.

And now I laugh,

for how moronic everybody is being.

Even I was such a fool.

I lost my dearest possesion,

A single chapstick,

and it ruined my day just thinking about my chapped lips.

Again at last,

I found it under my chair.

The one place I had looked several times.

Ha ha ha! That was a good one.

You almost got me there.

But wait, there's more?!

Really? You have more to say?

What else is there to say, other than

"I just meant it in a friendly way."

Don't you try to play me you dumb shit,

I can see right through you.

I can see the snow outside. The snow that sunk into my converse, making my itchy socks wet and gross.

Ew.