xoxo, nico

what if we are all accidents and the only compassion we get comes from reasons beyond our control. i knew it was a mistake to let you take it away but i never thought it could get thrown back in my face. this is no longer a friendship because you turned it into a business in a fraction of a second. i saved you hundreds of notes and it took threats to get you to return what you said your dog named dylan broke. its all good though i’ll take the blame and make it all my fault because i don’t know i suppose its karma that’s come back to haunt me because i didn’t deserve what was served on the silver platter two hours before i pawned it. the problem with this economy is that everyone believes they should get something for free like they’re entitled to it and then here we all are wondering what the future holds and pretend we can figure out whats going to happen. i’ve always thought that if i did have millions it would be a dying shame if i couldn’t spend all of it in one day on things that make the people i live for win the game.

all we can remember is what tore us both us apart instead of what’s forgotten at the bottom of our hearts…smiles filled the silences and laughter filled the sound and everyday was more important when you were around…

loss is uncontrolled and that is what makes it so aggressively painful.