Dear Ex-Girlfriend

When I met you in the fall, you were just what I needed.

Music Listening

On my good days, it was punk. On my bad ones, it was goth. At my worst, it was Penelope Scott.

What more glorious purpose is there to behold than the all-consuming act of eternal war with oneself?

I could scream and yell and plead for help all I want, but I will never get a response. All I will be met with is radio silence.