i hate myself

left HI because i feel like i fucked up too much. came to LA and just ended up getting fucked up too much. i’m sorry mom.

I remember that one time at 4 in the morning when you texted me saying how drunk you were so I picked you up the next morning and we got pho to help with your hangover. I remember how you’d look up at me from across the table and smile for a second before shying away. Man that shit killed me.

I remember driving around the block to smoke cigarettes with you when you were stressing out. You didn’t want your family knowing you smoked so we’d always go on a little drive. Now I drive by our spot sometimes, but I don’t smoke anymore, and you’re not here.

It’s the little things you remember the most about someone, and the things you’ve never said that are hard to forget.

You left as swiftly as you came. I barely knew you, but I miss you.