thank you, imy. I’m fine tho.. everything’s good here 😸
I miss you. I want you every god damn day and it’s kills me. do you miss me? I always wonder if you think about me, or even care about breaking my heart and shredding it into pieces without a second thought. are you happy? because I’m a walking disaster. you made me insecure and I’m falling apart. you don’t care, and that’s the saddest part.
I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.
rip to the person i used to be