Tuesday, June 5, 2012

hundred-eighty eighth.

dear (k)you,

eventually, you will become a memory just as i will be to you, if indeed we shared those fleeting, but strong moments. but you know the funny thing? i will probably look for you in every corner, in every crowd and wonder endlessly why i willingly let you walk away. 

you can only hurt someone until there's nothing left to hurt.

i wish i could take credit for these beautifully written words. sadly no. 

i go back to school in less than a week. i'm prolly gonna bury myself in depression again. the universe will once again start her habit of conspiring against me. 

i need a sign. i need a boost. please. just this once, just this year. can i get a pass?

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