I used to love someone that I didn't like. We used to wanna break up every other night. I used to think relationships were a lot of stress. I used to think that pain was a part o(f) happiness.
POV: your [f]riends have convinced you to go to a new, kinda shady, nightclub and this is what awaits you when you open one of the doors trying to find a quiet space. I've been waiting for you x