i’m really trying to be happy for you but it’s not working. i want you to be happy, but i think that your happiness is my unhappiness.

your happiness is other people, is love, is dunkin’ donuts addiction, is her, is not me.

i just feel burnt orange, feel lack of oxygen, feel torn apart, feel rough edges and soft hair, feel ripping out fingernails, feel blood on my hands, feel messed up inside.

i’m making a playlist for you, but i’m talking to another guy while i do it. i don’t want to hurt him. will i ever get over you?