settle down ❁ matty healy

Sixteen

By my fourth cigarette, the packet was empty so I decided to go to the liquor store and pick up some more, along with some sort of alcohol.

I balled my hands into fists in my pocket as I passed that concert venue. Where small underrated artists played weekly at the price of $25 a ticket.

The place just reminded me of him.

Anyway, I never went there anymore. Jude barely bids me the time of day. To get a hello is an achievement.
To get a hello from anyone is an achievement.

I scowled at her as she turned away from me and I stomped my way through the so-called town to the liquor store.

I bought my cigarettes and a bottle of red wine and I paid quickly before silently leaving and heading back to my tree.

Only to find someone under it waiting for me.