You know, the shittiest part is when you’ve supposedly grown up, but deep down you’re still that same scared little shit who just wants a hug and to be told everything’s going to be okay. But instead, you’re just standing on the balcony at two in the morning, smoking a fucking cigarette, and realizing: no one is coming. And it leaves you feeling so damn empty that you can’t even be bothered to scream.
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