Chester (> Art)

I loved you, I valued you so highly among everyone else and you were like a best friend to me. I felt understood for once and i had someone to listen to my interests.

But i feel as if friendships to you is like a plaything.

The fact you still occur to me in my dreams as if the stuff never happened really fucks with me. I should despise you, and some spiteful part of me does, but i also don't, and i hate that I don't.

Christmas art freebie

what the fuck the kiters