dearest you,
i hate you so much, my body seems to run on bitterness. as yours seems to run on ruthlessness. i hate how undeserving you are of my time---yet, i give all my time to you. i hate you, and it's only me who is suffering. go on, laugh. laugh as you always do.
YOU ARE READING
ghosts
Nezařaditelnéin which i write to a different ghost in the alphabet.// © incompetent_
