last dance.

The pressure I’m handling right now is only going to make me better once this is all done.

I just want to love and be loved back.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else’s life would not have been as rich without us here.

Dear Anyone,

It’s exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day.

I make it difficult for others to love me, And so, they leave.

Missing you comes in waves and tonight I’m drowning.

I thought it must be fate that I kept bumping into him, some strange sign that he was meant to come back into my life and fix or change something, a voice from the past arriving in the present with the answers to everything.

Do you think the universe fights for our souls to be together? Some things are too strange and beautiful to be coincidences.