about last night... | 2019 | erinnmcox

about last night...| 2019

There are things to say.

Maybe this time I just can’t do it.

We don’t die. We just suffer more.

We aren’t broken, just broken open.

I’m so sorry. I don’t quite know what got into me.

Please, don’t think less of me.

That’s a lot of truth for 2 a.m.

Remind me tomorrow, I deserve better than tuberculosis.

I love you. I am hammered.

Oh honey. I’m a petty motherfucker.

P.S. I hate you.

Never trust your drunken heart.

It’s just the story I’m telling myself.

It was so much easier before.

I’m always just too much…even for the sweet ones.

No matter how hard you try, sometimes it just doesn’t work out.

I cannot be trusted.

Fuck, I miss you.

I should never have said anything.

I heart you sugar.

It was just another day pretending.

I mean…I think he loves you too.

I love you so much it hurts. But I also want to punch you in the throat.

You have to stop this.

I knew it all along.

You’re a national treasure.

Do you ever feel like you just aren’t enough?

I mean, we never stood a chance.

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