sempiternal

So how do you kill yourself without actually dying…  make him the center of your universe while he doesn’t even give a damn about you.

But at least I’ve reached it. I have reached the aching point and I must now pick myself up. In all truth: I am the aching point.

Your heartbreak is not the most important event in the world. Still there are people getting up to start their days, driving to work, making dinner. You think your pain is so loud that it could stop traffic. But know that there is a healing in your insignificance. Your missing them will not stop the highway buzz outside the window. And so? Isn’t there satisfaction in knowing they are not the world? You look for their face everywhere, but no one else sees it.