I don’t believe in God or fate or anything like that, but I do like to think that maybe someday we’ll meet again when we’re right for each other.
Someone save me from my mind. It doesn’t work the way it used to. It threatens to eat away the life I have left.
What do you do when you feel like everything is fucking breaking? When you thought you glued all your cracks shut, but there is just too much water? When you start leaking from where the glue didn’t hold? When the pressure eventually becomes too much for all the cracks, and you just shatter?
I want to be held. Held tightly to feel secure. Not by you. By someone who I know loves me.
You are not what I want. You are not what I need. I will tell myself that until the day I say, “Who were you to me in the first place?”