i’m sort of writing a comic. if i’ll ever translate it into italian, i’ll publish it online here as well. please bear with me, it’s a busy year ..
I’m capable of fucking up everything that has a contact with me. I fucked up twice in a row tonight - at least its not because I was drunk, I think - now he wont answer me and I need him to because I need to talk and I need someone to tell me what to do and its Christmas and I hurt him so bad and I was standing there with my cigarette and my drink trying to forget my problems lile a teen and he goes like “you’re beautiful and I always thought so. just so you know. it’s just a random thought blossomed in silence.” and I kept standing there with my cigarette and my drink feeling my heart crumble while thinking of far away blue eyes that had just texted they miss me so much. and that’s it.
had I met you two weeks earlier. maybe one month. this would have been perfect. but I owe my life to someone else. for how worthy it is, because it isn’t
