Running away from my black hole of a future, preventing myself from growing into the person I’m terrified of becoming.

Nothing scares me more than a failed attempt.

Though lately each day feels like an eternity.

There are enough broken things in the world. You shouldn’t go around breaking things just for the fun of it.

Group projects are the worst.

For better or worse, it’s my childhood.

We used to date like forever ago.

All his movements and facial expressions have a tension to them, like he was carved out of stone and locked in a chamber of ice and recently brought back to life.

Yes, he looks like someone who was designed to be popular and successful, but he also looks like someone who was made to wear grief. He wears it well.