You can't wander around and think the wandering will call them back.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

I didn't let her go. She went. It's not my fault.She did it.She could undo it. This is feeling so fucking famliar.Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Of is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say goodbye to hope's disappointment.

There's no way to know if we would have lasted. There's no way to be sure, and plenty of reasons to doubt it. I just wish I'd had the chance. That is one of the things I miss the most— the chance to make it work.

I've always wanted the happy ending, but now I'll just settle for the ending.

He counts as an ex because he made me feel dumped even without making me feel loved first.

Now I just want it to end. I’ve always wanted the happy ending, but now I’ll just settle for the ending.

That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.