i’m still haunted. i wish i could understand what i did to make you treat me so coldly. you know, i thought becoming human made me care less, but it only was a facade. I labeled you an angel knowing full well you were far from it. you were dirty, broken and honestly scary. but so pure. you were so human yet so pure. i don’t pretend anymore. i hope you’re doing okay. i’m sorry i only text you when i’m maniac. but i think that’s the only time you found me interesting. i’m sorry for hurting you. i hope you found happiness. i hope someone is filling that gaping hole in your chest that you’ve been filling in with dirt. i hope you can forgive yourself. happy new year.
