that god forsaken fucking room.

i will never step foot in that room ever again, so much stress and rage came from that bed; and injustice without borders. a late night mistake and a fuzzy brain, all that makes this equation complete. then exile, from the one who at that time mattered the most. as much as it’s in the past, it’s the one thing that won’t let go of me, haunting my sober brain. tearing apart my morals; yet still i don’t know what to believe. maybe i think too much. maybe, just maybe.