You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.
I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
Treat her like you’re still trying to win her, and that’s how you’ll never lose her.
And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.
Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.