No one cares. No one loves me. Heck, no one even likes me. No one will even notice if I go. It'll be so easy to leave. That's what you think right? You're actually believing the lies that your brain made up.
"i wonder how biology can explain the physical pain in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone." - d.h.
or, various happy endings for your two favourite idiots.
{may 2015 - july 2017}
all of these works are my own (however much it pains me to say it with most of my earlier stuff). please do not repost. thank you ✨