you seem pretty healed for a girl who never got an apology

what a terrible thing to be born with so much love and spend your whole life learning where not to put it. again and again and again.

i never did close that door, not entirely. i think some part of me still hopes it was all a terrible dream in some far off place

changed lives

i didn’t think this many people would be bothered by me choosing a job that pays less but doesn’t drain me like the one that pays more. i don’t see the point of making more money if i’m miserable earning it.

i knew i was not being myself, but i didn't know how to be myself. i hid the self that i was and had no persona to put in its place.

“…not for me”

i am complicated and too much and not enough and i love you terribly and will you sit here with me, please? and not say a word? i don’t want to burden you but the floor is so cold

reading yalls notes app

i had been angry at you for so long, i forgot i loved you once.

Taylor Swift wrote evermore with a knife not a pen

what doesn’t kill you makes you write paragraphs in your notes app

i tragically understand e.m. forster when he wrote, “but it was the stupidity of passion, which would rather have nothing than a little.”

i didn’t know it was possible to suffer the weight of forever in a moment. but that was how it felt looking at you for the last time.

we’re just awful together and awful apart. i don’t know what to do anymore.