Spilled Hate - Blog Posts

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.