#im band trash
I’d say I’m sorry for these, but angst hurts and I’m a writer so well hurting people is my job.
-“You came back. After a year, you came back. But you’re not the person I knew. Not, you’re nothing like them.”
-“You always think it’s about you, don’t you? That you’re the only one who has issues? That the world revolves around you? Let me give you a reality check - these mirrors don’t get broken on their own. The alcohol doesn’t disappear on it’s one. And, trust me, the pills don’t just walk away by themselves.”
-“I…I never told you, did I? That day. I was going to tell you we were finally going to be okay. You could be okay. I could be okay. Then we found you…Passed out, bloody beaten…And now we’re here. You know, they said you should’ve died. It’s a miracle you’re alive. But is it really? When I’m talking to you, but you can’t hear me? I’m talking to a hospital bed, practically.”
-“I was never the one to figure it out. Figure out how to be okay. You were always the the one to figure it out. You’re okay, and I’m not. I always was the family disappointment. I’m sorry, more than you’ll ever know.”
-“I thought you were finally alright. You told me you were finally alright, with a smile on your face. Then you disappeared. So did the pills.”
-“You know what? There’s a damn reason you were never the first choice! You were never the first choice, because you never learned how to shut the Hell up and figure out your place! And, trust me, there’s a damn reason nobody ever went looking for you when you left!”
-“Did you think you could just walk in here like that? Like everything’s fine? You screwed up everything, and you damn well know it. How about you fucking leave? Before I make you.”
-“I…I don’t know what to say. I know I can’t replace her. I know I can’t. But could you at least pretend you give a shit for them? For these kids, who look up to you? They look up to you and all you do is sit on your ass and pout!”
-“Please, please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I’d do…”
“You’d stay the same. Don’t act like you care. I know you’re lying. Again.”
-”Since you’re a fucking liar, I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t walk out this damn door and not come back. Give me one reason you’re worth my time.”
-”You don’t - you don’t understand. I know you’re lying right now. I was the one who found you. Passed out. It was two fucking weeks after the last time I saw you. You don’t care whether you live or die, do you?”
