It’s weird, like when you’re in love, all of a sudden you’re hearing all of these love songs for the first time, and it feels like the singer is just talking to you alone, reading your mind. When you’re grieving, it’s the same thing. I’m in tune with all the sadness of the world suddenly. You know, songs find you, poems find you, people find you.
i don’t know what to do anymore. i know i should leave you, but my heart won’t let go. we’re both suffering, and we know it. i wish i had a time machine to go back to when everything was perfect.
i don’t think it’s ever going to be perfect again. ever.