portraits and pastels

Life... sucks. end of story. just like that. just like that.

i'm cold too often.

i wrote a journal along my blanket using my fingers to trace the words. no one saw. adam left, didn't say goodbye.

I made him mad. didn't say sorry. won't say sorry.

no big surprise, just big drama.

i need to get out of here. out of here. out of here.

I need to leave this behind, leave him behind.

So fuckign what if without him i feel meaningless. scared. i don't want heart break anymore. i don't want it anymore. How can i just give up? give up without even trying. without even trying.

how can i try if i know it's doomed?

I love him. I love adam. love love love love love. i promise i do.