how am i supposed to go into these situations and know it won’t happen again.
how can i trust myself to make the right decisions when there was no happy ending to begin with?
fuck. i can’t even be poetic about this shit.
when we were still there, someone told me i would find you again. they said there would be other people to visit beautiful places with. today i found out they were right.
but i also remember how i ran. i threw up on the basement floor. i came to. i took the elevator and entered our room and you were gone.
just like him. just like that.