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i like to think to myself

“One day you’re sixteen and you’re on top of the fucking world, looking down from the roofs edge of the highest building in the city and suddenly you realize that this place is too small for the adventures you dream of but the world is too big for you. Then ten years pass, twenty, thirty, and it’s too late to go back to being the tiny sixteen year old girl with big dreams in a small city because now you have small dreams in a big city and the world has shrunken. And you’re drunk off the memories of these adventures that you went on but they’re not as great as they should have been because they were wasted thinking about how beautiful the universe looked in your eyes.”

I’ve been in love with someone that didn’t love me back and I’ve been loved by someone that I didn’t love back. And I don’t know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul.