It's Always Our Fault When You Did Something Wrong But Only My Fault When I Did

it's always our fault when you did something wrong but only my fault when i did

i think i j ended it are you proud of me?

i get over so many things for you but you can't even respect one simple request for me?

Nina Petrova (Bulgaria)   “The jealousy of Harlequin”,  2018,   oil on canvas

tragic

do i j not remember or did no one ever apologize for shit to me?

that soul sucking feeling that makes you feel like you are dying but also so good but also so bad but also so empty at the same time