It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.
Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.
When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.
I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there's a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.
The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.
I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.