"It was that same day; I slammed the door so hard it snapped off the hinges. That same day; I lost my voice from screaming at you, I even cut my hip on the saw. I’m sure you still think that was an accident. I got blood on your clothes when I threw them over the balcony and you never once asked me to stop."
When did you stop caring.
"I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up."
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with