I don’t love you anymore and no this isn’t some mistake. I cannot count how many nights at 5 AM I lied awake. I can’t remember all the stupid shit I said. I didn’t give a shit about myself. I didn’t give a shit about my friends.
Every night I spend with you I get increasingly sick and I stop thinking quick and I act like a dick like a dick like a dick.
Get off your ass and work this out. Don’t be such a bastard to yourself.
Spent 25, 35, 45, 55 nights a month I lied awake. I’m really tired of being broke. Really tired of all the shakes. I’m really tired of being ashamed. I’m gonna stop.
My eyes are too big for my stomach, it can’t process all that i do. A rich diet of endless endeavors at the expense of me and you. There’s a thousand reasons why I can’t open up. Every combination is one turn off. There’s no rest for the weak, I need a week’s rest desperately.