I’ve been thinking about burning my life down again. They all tell me, “chin up kid, you’re doing better than you were before”.

Empty people in a crowded room. They all talk about how much they love me, but I don’t hear a sound.

How lonely is your favorite memory? Does it yearn for you too? I know you don’t remember a single part of the story. I’m sorry the sadness blocked it out and that you didn’t have the guts to write it down. I keep my favorite chapters tucked under my pillow with a match. I’ve been thinking about burning my life down again and again and again. -AMT©️