Die-In.

Whenever I see them on each other, close and in front of people, I just would like to shoot myself in the heart.

(You know how it feels.)

But then I decided “suck it up. Stop complaining. Return to your diary where it belongs.”

So I won’t tell you if it hurts.

You know it does, so just look under my eyes.

I’m sure you can see it.

But I promise I’ll hide it the best I can.

Good luck.