herakles

Fuck that happy thing. It really only takes a single night to turn my world around. Back to the miserable usual me, for a little while anyway. I can feel myself pull back from the world again. I'm tired of being wounded when I offer myself.

We both fucked it up, we both have to pay the price for it. In tears and in pain and in sadness, both of us, for eachother, but not with eachother.