You had the heart to fuck up my whole life.
That's just so you.
Now I've moved on, found myself.
And maybe I won't forgive
I'll just forget you lived.
And I hope it hurts
Wasn't it me you tried to blame?
Wasn't it me you threw away?
What I wrote in this again? What if I began writing. Haphazardly throwing up words and meanings and sentences like they fucking mean things again.…
I honestly can't believe I'm going to be a married woman on Wednesday.
It's my 22nd birthday today. And the clock turned midnight while I was in his arms. Happy birthday to me. <3