"I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible."
"I don’t think you understand that you can literally rip my heart out and stomp on it and I’ll apologize for getting your shoes dirty"
"I feel dead inside without him."
I couldn’t even tell you
how many times
I’ve wanted to see myself
through your eyes.
And I often wonder if those
butterflies in your stomach
are still alive.
"And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself."
"A boy told me he loved me today and I wanted to cry because it wasn’t you."