everyone hates puzzles.

why doesn’t anyone want me the way i want them to want me.

my chest hurts.

should’ve known.

petty fears i could’ve solved months ago. why’d you go and do it.

there is no world where i am first.

no one ever notices like you do.

you. you. and you. all of you. broken glass. i’m fucking tired of picking up the pieces of the messes you’ve made. when is it my turn to throw a tantrum.

you dropped the fucking glass again, just like i thought you would.

they should be trying harder