I wrote a fucking letter to my first love

About everything and anything that fucking happened and I

Read it the other day

It’s okay i guess

I said some shit about some sorry’s that never even happened

And i look up at the stars and think about shit could’ve happened

And i fucked it up

I loved you i guess

Emotions are so fucking weird

I hate u cuz i loved you

i love you cuz I hate you but you

Never LOVED ME

 . . . . . .Even though you said you did

What a fucked up thing to say

But its chill i guess

Probably cause when it happened i was 13

I hope you find someone

Who can actually express emotions

Who isn't suppressing the depression for the sake of other people and

Hiding the idea of some

Manic

Bipolar

Bullshit. . .

I don’t think i’m okay