Everything is a Lie and Everyone is Completely Full of Shit
like i care if i can never own a home what's the point if i have to live in it alone like i care about the mess i'd leave behind i've been so fucking careful my whole life
just this one time i will leave and not spend most of the night worrying about how i am going to get home just this one time i will be someone you want to take out to things and not who you take everything out on
like i care what other places i could go i'm not even curious to know like i'm scared about the likelihood of pain pain has been like family to me
just this one time i will leave and not spend all day at work wondering if you will still be there when i get home so just this one time can you please act like you would run away with me and not like i'm the thing you're running from?