I remembered us 🤍

Back then, everything was so hard, but just having you there helped me more than anything.

You were the only light in my dark world.

You're always haunted by the idea that you're wasting your life.

How can so much suffering have no meaning?

She's never where she is; she's only inside her head.

So I am still and I am silent because if I open my mouth, I may never stop screaming.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

If I could, I would give you my own heart.

How can I accept a limited, definable self when I feel in me all possibilities?

I get these electric shocks of knowing how I miss you.

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?’

We're all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.

I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring.

You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me.

Take it personally. They knew it would hurt you, and they did it anyway.