"For the world is full of zanies and fools...."

sometimes I wonder how I put myself in this position of just straight up loneliness.

sometimes I wonder how people could have lied to me and told me things I wanted to hear and also lie to themselves.

how did I let someone go that I would take a bullet for and even shoot one, how did I let someone like that go?

I just keep on saying that I'm too young for this shit. and I am. but what gives me the knowledge that only older ppl feel this type of sadness? this emotion? what gives me the idea that only older people know what love is?

he was like a catalyst for my 💓. after every break up, mess up, screw up, argument, just seeing his face I was able to breath deeply again.

one long fluid breath.

you know that thing where the room seems to either stop or everyone passing by between you and them seem like their walking in slow motion, and all you can see is them coming toward you?

I hope not. the shits absolutely and undeniably frightening.

no better feeling.

there are no cards and it doesn't matter how you play them. people are fickle, unpredictable, human beings.

I don't know many people who keep their word.