my “Hell yeah” in New York in my aunts bed.
When you said “if you didn’t say it like that I wouldn’t know who you are”
they’re saying that my words weren’t from me, that they belonged and came from Mike Fonseca
that all this writing is me “being turned up”
that I’m over and yet somehow, my feelings are invalid because they’re being direct
WHAT THE FUCK IS REAL THEN!?
If this is just how life is I don’t want to be apart of it anymore
all I do is try to make the next day better than yesterday, THATS IT
WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Edit: in that same bed voices say that you were Jessica. what the hell…