Why can’t somebody tell me how to cut myself the right way. Why can’t somebody save me from an overdose. Why can’t somebody tell me I’m all they want and have. Why can’t somebody kill for me, Tell me I’m the only light they’ve ever known. Why can’t somebody plan a romantic suicide together to cover up my own death so it spares me the trauma. Why can’t you be Tate Langdon?.
“Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.”