You reassured me and told me to wait, and here I am, still waiting.
It really is possible for anyone to turn their life in a new direction, and to finally become what they once might have been.
Hangovers demand a light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to go on and actually leave your bed.
Los Angeles and New York, they came first and last. Each one makes me want the other.
And sometimes I wonder if we truly learn to overcome heartbreak, if we ever pick up the pieces; or we simply learn to go on with holes in our heart and broken pieces all around us.
These girls are all alone in the world. And they know it.
A wrong turn here and there and you’re stuck in the labyrinth of sadness forever.
You don’t owe anybody, including you, the type of self that never fails or feels fragile.
Why was I still here? Why was I punishing myself day and night contemplating whether to end it and get on with my life?
I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”