I Hope Suffering Don't Exist.

I Don’t Want You To Think I Got Through This Undamaged, Okay? But I’m Learning To Live With It. Because Otherwise, The Damage Is All You Are.

When Someone Breaks Up With You, Their Beauty-- Which You Took Such Satisfaction In-- Suddenly Becomes Unfair.

This Is The Trap Of Having Something To Live For: Everything Else Seems Lifeless.

And Just Like That, The Universe Goes Wrong. Just Like That, All The Enormity Seems To Shrink Into A Ball And Float Away From My Reach. I Feel It, And She Doesn't. Or I Feel It, And She Won't.

How Do You Commemorate A Year? A Paper Anniversary, But We Are The Words Written Down, Not The Paper.