Bliss, itch scratch miss. I love you. I don’t know if it’s the right words to say. The ‘correct’ way to express how I feel. I hate you and this. I wish I never met you, that you didn’t exist. You reduce me, without you I’m better and free. Chemical torment, a victim of chemistry. School, here’s a thought maybe I can learn to be without you study! I forgot. We’ve survived this long without eachother, but ink leaves stains and this written paper will never be the same.