it is taking every bit of me to resist reaching for the closest sharp object and right now the only things holding me back are the promises i made and the fact that i’ve made it this far, clean and untouched.
but it’s getting bad again. i know it, i can tell. don’t tell me that things will be okay in the end. right now they aren’t and don’t. don’t expect me to be all rational about it, because trust me i would if i could, but i just fucking can’t, alright?
i can’t and i hate myself for it. so fucking much.
so done with…this
What’s a soul mate? It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else. That someone who makes you a better person. No, actually they don’t make you a better person. You do that by yourself, because they inspire you. A soul mate is someone you carry with you forever. It’s one person who knew you, accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them and nothing could ever change that.
you told me i was beautiful and i didn’t know what to say. nobody’s mentioned it before but you made me believe it, even if it was just for a moment.
and hey, i still think *you’re* beautiful in every way possible. and i do really miss you, especially tonight. i hope you’re well, i hope you’re treating yourself right.
post tfios thoughts:
when i die, i still want you to be the one to deliver my eulogy
and if you ever wanted me to, i’d still do it for you. but you’ll never know that
the howling wind is chilling right to the bone, they warn,
there’s a storm coming, best stay indoors today. i think
about foiled plans, all nothing compared to the destruction
following the greatest storm i’ve lived through, the one
which left me thawing from the ensnarement of time.
put on your shoes, no matter. i’ve merely been surviving,
let the rain wash over and the wind beat against me -
maybe this time they’ll do a damn bloody good job of it.