“Sometimes I wonder what I could've done different, so things didn't have to change.” A sip of wine. Don't mind the eyeliner stained tear. It's the seasonal depression on top of what already existed, and the added effect of alcohol. /Some/ things don't change.

“I look at see what could've been. Every time I look at people, I'm reminded. Ugh. Shoot me. Please put me out my misery. After all, no would notice if you did. Men like me don't matter. We die everyday on the streets and burned with no memorial.”

|| Remember when I used to have fun in this verse.

|| sometimes I just want to delete all my accounts and start fresh amongst my little circle.

I wish I could go back in time to prevent that stupid vampire from having unprotected sex.

Go Fuck Yourself. Seriously.

⊱ 𝑶𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆. A solo/drabble, written for the purpose of the Holiday season.

That's on periodt, you stupid kids.

“Locking myself in my room with most of the bottles of wine, because fuck this year and the next.”

“Another year. Fuck you, Giorno 2020.”

I stole this, but I felt it personally.

“This was the healthiest decision I've made this year.” Fine. Be that way.

A lip curls over his teeth, but the sourness fades, at least for the moment. He /can/ be levelheaded, and only because he respects the Capo. “It was either I snapped, or took a breather. I chose the latter. Besides. Wine is good for the heart.”

Decided to sit in a hot car, with wine. I'm wearing all black. I'm having a great time, practicing burning in hell.