Why must I be so goddamn fond to turn the knife and rub salt in my own wounds, over and over. I just don’t understand. I am so forever hopelessly in love with my own misery and nostalgia that I let it torture me every second tick. I will be the death of both myself and any potential to ever be happy, again. Fuck me. I hate me.
I avoided these songs for a long goddamned time. I hate you youngme. Where the fuck did you go.