it always goes the same way, building these deep, intimate relationships with people. i learn to love them, i learn to let them in. there’s always an uneasy feeling. there’s always some doubt. one crack, then two. a shifting sound. the floorboards get torn up and they always discover the truth, hidden deep beneath the lies i surround myself with. underneath it all, to my core, i’m purely rotten. crumbling. weak. i’m the old foundation under every home i’ve broken.

my timeline’s abandoned. my past is a ghost town. it’s alright. i let everyone down.