Thought.is

My standards were very high until it got depleted bit by bit here and there, until I didn’t have any left at all. All these forced loves to force-feel things just left a bigger hole where your heart should be.

It’s not so hard to blame myself. I could have been better. I could have loved better. I could have been more patient. I could have done this and done that. But none of that will ever change anything anymore.