🖤 Love is a Nightmare I Don’t Wanna Wake Up From 🖤

Okay, so, like… what is love even? Is it supposed to feel like this? Like, your stomach’s in knots, your head’s spinning, and your heart’s doing this weird, painful thumping thing every time they look your way?

There’s this guy. Of course, there’s a guy. He’s not the kind of guy I should like. Everyone says he’s trouble—the kind of trouble that ruins people. But honestly? I don’t care. Maybe I want to be ruined. He's also dating someone and being toxic.

He’s got that smirk that makes me forget how to breathe and eyes that are way too intense, like he can see every dark little thought I’ve ever had. I know he’s not good for me, but he makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does. It’s like he’s fire, and I’m the idiot running straight into the flames, begging to be burned.

But then there’s this voice in my head, like, “What are you doing? He’s gonna break your heart.” And maybe he will. Maybe he’s already breaking it. But at least it’s real, you know? At least it’s something that makes me feel.

I don’t know. Maybe love isn’t supposed to be safe. Maybe it’s supposed to hurt. Maybe the best kind of love is the kind that wrecks you and leaves you in pieces—but in a good way.

Mood: Totally wrecked

Listening to: Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without the E

Drinking: Something way too sweet, like my delusions about this actually working out

PS: If you’re reading this and you know who you are… maybe stop being so perfect, okay? It’s killing me. 🖤