Begin Again

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.

Never text him when you’re sad.

I’m sick of people telling me it’s just a “get over it” situation. Fuck you. You don’t know what it’s like in my head.

I’m sick of people telling me it’s just a “get over it” situation. Fuck you. You don’t know what it’s like in my head.

It takes too much energy to be against something unless it’s really important.

I don’t understand a thing about this world: about people, and why they do the things they do. The more I find out, the more I uncover, the more I know, the less I understand.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.