20 years old.
i smell like cigarettes & sunshine.

. . .

i drink write to forget you
( it makes me hate me less )

. . .

i do not want your pity,
i do not want your love

i don’t care what you think of me.

i will not romanticise
these frantic lies.

i did not write this for you.
i wrote this for me.

this is me.
( fuck you. )

. . .