some things must stop.

craving my alone time more and more, i shut my phone off, and if you could see my eyes, they resonate with "fuck off for a bit, would you?"

people have only hurt me.

or left me.

or confused me.

and not to say that i'm not guilty of these same sins; i'm addicted to leaving. that doesn't mean that i'm willing to put up with the bullshit that culminates between times.

i promise you, i won't.

things here are changing, have to change, and are willing to change if we give them half the chance. my mind is changing everyday, and you can't be a part of that.