deleted all the pictures of me and you because I will never go back. It doesn’t matter what you decide in a week you are wholly and utterly unworthy of me. You think you’re cool and unpredictable and satanic? You think it makes you fascinating and sexy to act like you have no feelings? It’s not. It’s pathetic. And you’re going to wake up in a few days, weeks or months and realise that you’re empty, you’re not blasé you’re an asshole but by that point, I won’t even remember anything about you except your name.