I haven't changed my direction. I've just slowed my pace.

it was breaking, piece by piece, everyday. until eventually, there was nothing left to break. the pieces became too small to exist. there was nothing, and so there was nothing to lose. but even worse, there was nothing to give.



hope.
useless to me; mangled with violent edges that i can't ever touch




focus. please



to live in pain or to live in fear of pain


good morning, is it friday yet?











there's no such thing as safe


baby, I love you.




they say when the tide pulls you out deep into the ocean, too deep and far for you to handle, you have to swim parallel with it until you reach land. you cant turn around and try and fight against the waves. you'll drown.


there isn't enough time in one day.