#littleone

60 days. only two months. my world has lost it colors and I've lost my world. each day that goes by it became harder and harder to pretend it is everything okay, that I can deal with it. it seems that the time stopped. it stretched and I'm trapped in the first day. the words still pounding in my head, in my dreams, in my conscience. it's hard to distract myself and keep functioning. looks like I've run out of strength to keep going, to smile, to talk and be around other. I prefer to be alone but bung alone remind me I'm forever lonely now. there's no light bright enough anymore, she took it with here, after all, all the lights were hers. never mine. she was the beauty and I'm still the beast. without balance now. without the best parts, the good parts of a human being. I'm so tired of being strong, and holding everyone standing, my knees are bending from the pressure and I don't know for how long I'll hold on. there's this darkness beneath my feet, wainting to swollow me entirely. even when I manage to cry my tears feel acid, it burns my skin and leaves marks everywhere. oh, this cold disgrace that involves my limbs and never fades. how can I ever overcome this? now that I'm not a person anymore, merely a shadow.

It’s adorable when I call her princess and her voice automatically switches to little like awww did your brain short circuit from a little sweet talk