"Men hvor langt kommer man, hvis man ikke vil åbne sig op for andre mennesker? Man kommer ikke længere end duften af den anden pige på ens sengetøj, og mindet." - Jozefine.
Ja, det ramte mig lige lidt for tæt på hjertet. Kinda died a little.
Jeg ved stadig ikke hvordan jeg skal overleve i morgen. Selvfølgelig har jeg best friend, og så mange mennesker omkring mig, at jeg umuligt kan vælte mine mure og vise sårbarhed. So that's always something.
Crushed hopes and one more dead bunny (R.I.P. Perle). That just leads to endless waves of tears, and I don't think I can take much more of anything. I know I'm not in the right place, mentally, for you, but I wish I were. I'm gonna miss you like hell, and part of me got lost, when I lost you. I was actually starting to think you'd be the one. How foolish of me to think I'd ever get to have you for that long. Everyone keep saying I'll get better, and that it takes time to get over a break up. The worst thing is that I keep hoping you'll change your mind, even after everything you wrote.
My heart won't let go. I keep hoping you'll realize that you can't live without me, even though I know that'll never happen. You're probably gonna be better off without me in your life. And that hurts. I know I should want the best for you, but I don't, if that means I don't get to have you. I wish I could be the person you needed. Even though I can't see the point of trying, at the time, I'm gonna work on myself, from now on. Should've done it a long time ago, but I was too scared to be vulnerable.
Welcome to the end of your life.
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