// I don’t wanna be your friend,
I wanna kiss your neck //
if you are sad do not let it rot inside your heart. scream until your throat is as scratched up as your wrists, let your heart bleed through your lips talking to a stranger, walk through the enchanted woods until your cheeks are stained crimson from the harsh wind. do anything but let the sadness rot, do not bury it, do not bring flowers to its grave. toss it back to the ocean spray but do not keep it.