January 26, 2025

I can’t stand it, you know?

I scream into the void, the plushies that walked next to me all my life are the ones witnessing. I can’t stand anymore the fact that I let you go.

Please I would like you to come back, but of course you are not going to. I would believe you if you say you never even wanted to be here (but I guess I should start to shut the fuck up about that).

I bite my finger through and it makes me pull my hair all out, just to think I let you go.