sometimes i wonder if this is truly my purgatory
messed up something genuinely good, now im constantly rolling with the uncertainty that it might not happen again, one last time. just living in the moment..
fuck
sometimes i freak out,
but then other times i realize she posts pics/vids with me anonymously in the background, or in my clothes/car 🥱
i wear myself out a lot, we gonna be okay
promise
💗
cute couples sit at my bar and i feel so bittersweet bc i wish i could have that but i also know if i ever get into a relationship again i will go clinically insane