My best friend died and was replaced by this awful, nasty shell of a semi-human being
And I still wasted so much time and fucking energy

I just want my stuff back so that I can never fucking talk to you again. Is that so hard?

Dabbling into auras and all the spiritual mumbo jumbo I didn’t believe in before.
Supposedly i’m a psychic . Kind of an ego boost, gonna go test that theory out.
If the people i’m talking to are right, well, bam. I’ll tell you your future and practice long distance Reiki and cure all of your headaches.
If not, well, I might do it anyway.

One day i’m happy you’re gone and i’m all like K COOL GONNA DO GOOD NOW BE BETTER PERSON YAH

And then the next day im just like HOW THE FUCK DID I LISTEN TO I LOVE YOU FOR SIX MONTHS AND NOT QUESTION IT A SINGLE TIME

And then the next day I give myself false hope

And then the day after that I just get mad

And today i’m all of that at once

Fuck salt