I hate everywhere I go
Everywhere is tainted with the memory that brings me a toxic smoothie of emotions
Everywhere is taken
I see it everywhere
In the seats we were in and the spots we stood and hugged and laughed and skipped and ran and hid and oh my god I hate everywhere
I regret going every single place ever
Because now everything's me I step outside I see everything
Even here I wish to set fire but especially that intersection
It's the only place I've ever tried to memorize to go because I usually can't but I did
And now I can't forget how to get there or especially where it is
That one intersection
I want to set aflame
Or better yet
Wipe it off the map completely
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
