Me: It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop - Wisdom of Confucius
I’ve already done it. I was so mad at you. Finally. For the first time. I really wanted to break up with this. Finally. Even if it hurted as fuck and I’d rather wanted to kill myself. Even if I thought I wouldn’t get through this hell. This pain. As if someone ripped my heart out. I cried. I screamed. Just to endure this damn pain. And then I was numb. Depleted. Almost accepted I will ever be without you. And then you reply. Sorry.
And everything is forgotten.
don’t stay up late on sleepovers with me i get really philosophical and gay