hide your knives and i’ll hide my fangs

[youthsewage]

it’s been a few days since the last update, and just when i thought i could finally wave my white flag, misery showed up like it was waiting around the corner, ready to knock me down for even thinking about peace

i don’t even know why i keep writing about them like they were my partner. we were just friends. but the cold distance makes me feel like some washed-up ex, going throughh withdrawal over something that technically never even happened. (ik weird)
and now that you’re back, i can’t ignore how dry every text feels- like i’m the one who buried you in memory.

i hate being this sensitive. but what i hate more is pretending i’m fine with it.
it’s not even jealousy. i don’t do jealousy, mostly because i get how annoying it is.
i just want my friend back.

whatever, i'll just wait until something changes- maybe until i feel the backstabbing

g