I went out into the rainy dusk and grew utterly drunk with the marvellous sadness of a night of heavy mist. My heart was full of hectic melancholy.
Renée Vivien, from A Woman Appeared to Me, tr. by Jeannette H. Foster
literally all I can say is;
fuck. you.
From the bottom of my heart, fuck you.
No, seriously.
I was F I N E. I was doing better. I didn’t need you. I didn’t even want you, how could I let this happen?
Let’s not forget though, YOU reached out, YOU made the moves.. but I was too eager for it.. all of it.
Consider the bridge burned. Friends no longer, in this life or the next. I will not be a pawn in your fucked up games. I will not continue to be your fall guy, the bad guy, the villain.
We’re done.