you turned to alcohol, connor.
you thought maybe if you
didn't feel anything that it'll all go away.
but you know, that it never will.
none of it.
then a hangover happens and
you throw it all up.
i know you're always thinkin' bout me.
you chose that, i chose jacob.
he is my drug, i can get high off him anytime i want to.
i don't need alcohol to numb it cause it's already numb.
you think i'm fucking crazy and i am.
the stars always look so pretty in the night, but they're gone in daylight.
i was the stars.
but you were the darkness behind me when you look up at the stars.
yet soon enough i became the darkness with you..
& i needed to find the stars again.
i bet you're reading this right now.
with your new lover.
probably drinking a cup of coffee.
that was your favorite.
i would be like that person saying
"you deserved better,"
but i think we both just deserved a way out.
i'm going to see a psychiatrist,
tell him our story in my head.
not the real one.
but the deeper, meaningful one.
you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.
i'll probably get kicked out,
it's worth it though.
i'm thinking of calling it something for metaphorical reasons.
i just hope they'll understand.
but for now, keep drinking all the pain away.
