Don't roofie me and call it romance

I suppose I should get used to being alone too. Not in the world, but in here. In my heart.

…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart’s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.

I feel you losing interest in me and that fucking sucks so bad.

Often do I realize that the most intimidating people have the softest and saddest souls. Intimidation is just a mask.

I saw you smiling at her as if she gave you a world you’ve been hoping to have, and for the first time I know how it feels to drown even if I’m out of the ocean.