What isn’t said can hurt the most.
hugging me from behind and kissing my neck at the same time is a good way to melt my heart
I've got a fire inside but my heart's so cold.
I can’t believe how fast I fuck everything up lol
Life is good, why the fuck do I still want to kill myself, I thought I was happy.
Constantly learning, constantly growing.
I’ve never done anything right, my whole existence is wrong.
I don’t know, sometimes I think I’ve got this hard kennel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.
I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.