"I've never seen you like this. You're always so strong. You're being like a weak little girl. This is a side of you that's never come out."
"I know, and that's what scares me. It's different this time, and I'm going to lose it."

When's the Time?

One of these days, I'll decide to be strong. I'll decide to stand up and re-enter the world of logic and reason, of foresight and long-term gain. But in my heart I find no such desire; nothing that allows me to let go or be okay.
How could you be okay? I hope you're lying.
It's disgusting actually, how I'd rather stay in this state of misery if it just means holding on to a tiny shred of hope of keeping you, than to let you slip away and maybe go back to being a happy me. I don't know if it's disgusting actually. I can hardly help it. Maybe this misery is beautiful. Maybe it's not desperate or weak or unwarranted. Maybe it is, I'm not really sure. No, I don't think it is. You're allowed to care and invest in things that are unsure. You're allowed to follow your heart.
True? Then why am I being directed otherwise? But then I trust You. And then I remember how bad it sucks. And then I remember I trust You.
It sucks. I trust You. I trust You. I trust You. I trust You. I trust You. It sucks! I trust You. I trust You. I trust You.








- With all but a shred of my heart.

Flippin' suuuucks.

I don't really want your advice anymore,
No more pros and cons lists
Possibilities and opportunities.
I don't really want to talk about it anymore,
Or think about it, since I've already done more than enough of that.

I just want someone to sit with me
And let me cry my salty tears.
Honestly, I just want you to look me in the eye and say:
"That sucks," and mean it,
Because that's all that's left to say.