Another lecture… another honest lecture, they won’t stop tearing at your head. It was supposed to be a day where you laid back and not cared about anything. But here, here you wasted someone’s chance, you wasted someone’s opportunity of connection and happiness. Now that feeling is severed, only leaving the sour aftertaste of disdain.

Its night once more, the thousand eyes lock onto you once more, your heart beats to threaten tearing, you can only lay in the mattress you are so comfortable being in, and the noise outside drowned by the blaring angler of your phones illumination. You keep scrolling, each and every distraction only prolonging the inevitable, yet voices strain, they crave resolution, they require to be heard, but you can’t, you have to sit with the devils hand

Theres no turning back