In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance

“‪I’ve been to this place before. I’ve felt this pain before. I know because the cracks on the walls of this black hole feel all too familiar. Why does it hurt more though? Shouldn’t it hurt less as I’ve experienced it before? Why haven’t I grown a tolerance for this pain? Why haven’t I learned anything? How did I end up here again ‬”

“There was a time where I used to feel comfortable alone with myself. But lately, I’ve been feeling an overwhelming loneliness. And it’s not because I am missing someone’s company, it’s because I’m missing my own.”

you and i aren’t pompeii; there’s nothing poetic about the way we fell apart there’s nothing beautiful about the mess we made

I swear I am more wolf than woman anyway.

I want to write, but all I can do is think.

“God, if I could make money off this memory I might just give you everything.”