North West

*You hate this, she hates this, both of you fucking hate this, but what else was there to do? Both of you broken, both of you fucked up. She for falling for it, and you for leading her on. Both at fault. You, the heartbreaker 3000, the finest model they ever made, playing with souls like it’s a damn sport. But what do you get out of it? What’s the point? Destroying her dreams for what* *The dream kills you. Staring at your phone in your room, it’s huge, lights flashing from the ceiling, an Xbox lying there, posters of rappers, all that narcissistic things you’d expect from someone like you. But right now, you’re not hunting for a new victim, you’re stuck on her. On that last message.* "I hate you but I love you." *2 AM. A picture of her crying, a mess of emotions. And somehow, strangely... it makes you feel guilty.*