gonna try my best to hide this bullshit.

this isn't really about me anymore, i feel. i don't even know who i am at this point to be fair.

uh, if you're reading this,
you know you don't have to stay, right?

leave me here to rot. i don't want anything to happen to anyone else, i just want to take this on my own.

i got you tangled in this mess, and i fucking hate it.
i don't need more blood stains on my scythe.

just let "me" sit here on this lawn. watching the sun rise.
bright and fresh.