I am exhausted from the effort to forget. a mere curse, yet it validated my bones like the last flicker of a flame. You still haunt me, and I still love you, and If I give in to this effort to forget, then this lost memory of our once will be lost everything. I’m exhausted.

I keep opening vent out of habit, and just seeing the feed being completely empty and not being able to interact, is breaking my heart. Jamie is nothing! but another added on heartache.

My brows furrow. - “Sometimes you can feel alone in a room of people. and sometimes you're content all by yourself. I find that it often depends on how you view yourself.." I nod, my head finding his shoulder. maybe tomorrow I will be lonely, but I think for now, I have never felt further from it.

I prayed for thunder like a sinner begging for forgiveness. because once was already unlikely, but twice? — lightning never strikes the same place twice.

It is November, the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.