That’s what real life is.

No twist, no drama. Just a bunch of shitty friends, killing time, pretending nothing ever happened.

We wanna talk about it but we won’t talk about it. We laugh it out or we silence it.

[ ...It’s been about her. And I’m just tired. I’m tired of this. She checks out and I have to fucking deal with it. And I have to deal with fucking missing her and fucking feel the real fucking sad, and her fucking parents...]

I don’t have a choice but to live with all this.

Hi. Good mourning, how u been?