it happens.

“I cried out… but mostly out of loneliness.”

But mostly out of loneliness.
She cried out… but mostly out of loneliness.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
He doesn’t? Does he?
Do I even love him?
I love him… but I’m not in love with him?
Those happy rainbow sparkle feelings aren’t feel anymore.
Are they supposed to be?
We’ve only been together a year.
Little over a year.
A year and a few weeks she would say,
even though it has only been 1.
Liking the idea, but not the script.
The medication has yet to set in,
because 2 weeks off that stuff can change a person.
“Have you been talking your medication?”
“No…”
Fuck you. I can do whatever I want,
who is to say I can’t be normal without it?
I’m not crazy!
There it goes again…
But… I am sick, the fevers are back,
my eyes hurt, I hurt.
Almost a relief to be united with
my peach pill, it’s all okay now.

All okay now.

(Source: glitterdivas, via howtobeafuckinglady)

word.

fuck all kids like that.