You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.