Surviving Slowly

I hope something reminds you of me, and it breaks your fucking heart.

When people say they remember their childhood perfectly and not in bits and pieces with mostly a black void of nothingness like me

How much love do you have to give before you see he’s not worth it there should be a limit to the heart he’s allowed to steal. im trying to tell you you’re so much better off without him and love songs taste better when they aren’t bittersweet so get the taste of him out of your mouth before it’s too late. go on that date with that boy with the soft eyes and listen to his stories and kiss him against the movie theater wall and hold his hand during the movie because goddammit horror movies terrify you but there is something so thrilling about seeing one with him. wake up early on Sunday’s and go running and force yourself to learn to again love the songs that were his favorite because they were your favorite first and he doesn’t need to take them too. he might’ve been good for awhile but he’s not the same anymore. stop loving him. i promise everything will be so much brighter when you do.

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