I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside of me.
It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.
I only write when I am falling in love or falling apart.
My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.
Stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
The hours between 12pm and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.