Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I am writing about them. I am.
But with every falling apart there is a coming together
How to kill someone. Kiss them once and never again.
Im not sad anymore I’m just tired of this place
I want to run away and never come back
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply
No regrets, you are a good lesson.
You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one
Maybe I asked for too much
Be optimistic, but now naive.