⊱ im sorry, aspen.

Hey, why won’t you even look at me? Why? I’m sure you’d say,

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do you know

“I can’t bear to look directly at you.” Figures. So, Tell me,

• i resent you

Who is it? Who turned me into this kind of woman?
Hey, I’ve been waiting—waiting for you to come after me, all this time.

what happens

in the afterlife,

We’ve finally met, and yet you won’t even hold me? Just for a moment? Ah,

• was it worth it

My life’s a mess, and it’s all your fault.
You don’t get it, do you? What even is happiness? What does it look like?

timey?

It’s such a hassle. Should I spill my brains and guts out for you to see?
Take a good look at this woman, dyed through to the marrow of her bones.

• im sorry.

I love you, I adore you—I’ll give you everything. No, wait—I hate you, I despise you,
Give it all back to me right now. But it’s too late. Oh, what a tragedy.

My hatefully beloved, this painful yet comforting farewell. Those days gone by
I want to end it all, my life still clinging to them.
I’m fading away. I’m a solitary monk.

I love you, I adore you—I’ll give you everything. No, wait—I hate you, I despise you,
Give it all back to me right now. But it’s too late. Oh, what a tragedy.You’re the reason for it all, everything.
I understand it now—happiness, misfortune, it all fades away moment by moment.
These hands, cold yet warm, have tasted it all.
I think there’s nothing left beyond this.