The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.
The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you.
and you don’t want me, and maybe that’s why I started kissing strangers
Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless.
It’s time I started loving myself.