One day I will wake up and realize that I will be okay. I love you, but you’re not here, and that’s okay. You’ve moved on, and I have too, and that’s okay. You’re not the same person I fell for, and I’m not the same person you fell for, so many years ago, and that’s okay. Yesterday, I felt betrayed by you. Today, I felt abandoned by you. Tomorrow, I may despise you. That, too, is okay. Because One day I will wake up and realize that I will be okay. Without you.

I hope one day you’re as sure of everything as you pretend to be.

I contain so much artistic potential and creativity, yet the pen never reaches the paper. the brush never dips into the paint. and the thoughts in my head never assemble asthetically.

My heart aches completely, every hour, every day, and only when I’m with you does the pain go away.

I like darkness and rain. Cold, infectious, afflicting. Keeping me company and away from all the things that could hurt me more than what I am feeling right now.