This Is What It Was Like The Day After You Left
I don’t remember the apartment ever feeling so empty, so cold, so hollowed out. The second you walked out with the last box I knew it would never feel like home again.
I don’t remember the apartment ever feeling so empty, so cold, so hollowed out. The second you walked out with the last box I knew it would never feel like home again.
Love hurts because it turns every good thing in you the deepest color of blue, invades every glimmer of hope and happiness and destroys it.
If I could teach everyone one thing it would be how to distinguish love from infatuation.
My acne hasn’t gone away but I stopped blaming everyone and everything. I stopped thinking this was a negative thing.