You cannot speak of things privately any longer, I speak to Y and the C answers me regarding the same concern. Tired, I honestly am.

Every beauty has madness on the inside, though it is rather small compared to the volume of the beauty, that does not change the fact that the core, madness, will flavour it anyway.

"Did you go there"
how could one ask such a silly question while one cannot even look you in the eye. Well, I did not and that is none of your business.

Does my face have shit on it? Why the fuck you can't look at it?!

"nothing has changed, look it's I who says that, I don't care what you think, nothing has changed"

*Proceeds to ghost you, treat you worse, remain as a big liar*

One should at least have the decency to look you in the eye when you are having dinner together.

Although it is expected, longing is a sharp blade.