the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.
I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.
Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?
Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?
Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.
Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.