What I should have learned in study hall...
It’s funny,

Cause I don’t miss you. You saw to that, I hold no feelings of sorrow over my memories of you. My memories are of who I thought you were, not who you really are. I am happy.

Me, with short hair. 
Don’t know if I want to keep it.

Me, with short hair. 

Don’t know if I want to keep it.

I hate

Myself, and your happiness.

If only I could move on like you, but of course I wasn’t planning on breaking up with you for weeks like you were to me. You handled things poorly, now I’m left watching as you live happily. I hate couples.

Special years

It’s the feeling that’s hard to swallow, your soft skin, you’re oh so shallow. This twisted dialogue’s hard to follow, get a hold of yourself!

A lost moment, lost fight, lost life, I can’t believe it.

Last night, your light, so bright, can’t stand the sight of you with him.

two special years, long since forgotten. memories and habits weren’t hard to break. I’ve gained back my sanity, with all my high standards. I’m avoiding the snakes, you were so fake.

-Ing

Slouched sore shoulders, sitting in an office chair. Drinking, shaking, stu, stu, stu, stu, stuttering. Slurred words, barely heard, over thinking, outspoken, caffeine spurring constant motion. Over the commotion, one thought stands clear. In all I do, I miss you.

Stomach flipping, world is slipping, falling, crawling, imploring you, don’t go. I’m missing that feeling, of wanting, you brushing the hair away from my face.

Jacob Russell

And even if her plane crashes tonight she’ll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
“Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you.”
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,

Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this

Renting my own house.

Working full time

My life is gonna be fun

Narcissus

the courtship was short
i do report as your former confidante
the who you were leaning on
it was so hard for me
but not hard to see
how you could fall for yourself

after all, i loved you
after, after all, i loved you