holy shit, it’s been years.

who knew that buying me shitty ice cream that one time eight years ago would still affect me like this? we were barely teenagers then

i genuinely think you have altered my brain chemistry. i wonder if you even remember me now, though.

how funny, how self-important could i be? who fucking cares anymore?

i hate you.

i hear a song and i think of you. i don’t even remember what you actually look like at this point. i have no idea where you are now.

it’s like shoving pebbles into my ears. sand stuck to my asshole.

it’s entirely possible we’ve walked right past each other, without blinking… but i think if i did see you,

i might stare a little too long,

and think of what might’ve been