the rent is due in furious, fragile, and free

“so make it a point to say you miss me
tell all of your friends of the boy from where your accent comes
oh, won’t you hold it against me
for knowing the words
what to say to make your heart beat stop”

how can I have so much and yet so little?

It’s Sunday and I have nothing to do, no one to talk to. It’s my last free day before a chaotic week – but at least the chaos numbs the loneliness.

All anyone can talk about is the future, the future, the future. I’m hoping I’ll be the person who disappears after graduation. I need a break from the fucking future and I need a break from my fucking past.