𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 _,
i don't know. i don't. i'm an overthinker, i'm a heartbreaker. It's almost like it's my job, to steal every last piece of how someone feels torwards and to just break them; watch their sadness unfold while i sit back and let the magic happen, how sick of me. sad to know im fucked up, right? i like to think i warned you, but no matter how much i warned you i knew you wouldn't be prepared for the pain i'd cause. this is why i don't fall in love. this is why i keep my distance. im sorry, it's for the best. it really is. it fucking is. you did mean something to me but im tired of changing, ive changed so much to fit in and shit and im just so sick of changing, so i just have to distance myself. im sorry. im so fucking sorry.