Can I just fall off the face of the earth for a while. And I’d rather not be conscious for it. Give me sleep and blackness and a mind that stops driving me crazy
Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing’s wrong, but every breath hurts.
But I always knew it wasn’t true. “I’ll never break up with you”, why did I hold my breath expecting it to be true? It was so unreasonable but it was so lovely while it lasted