Is it WouthMash or MouthWash?

It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.

I really wish I’m somewhat a big part of someone else’s story. I know we all silently hope the same.

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.

It’s kinda sad isn’t it? That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.

Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.

Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.

In the end I want it to be you.

Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.