You can now clearly see how miserable an adult’s life is. When you’re too lost to understand who you are and what you want. When you try to fit in while giving away your own individuality.
In an overpopulated planet, our universe often revolves around one soul.
I miss you in pieces, in parts. I miss you in things around me.
You look into the mirror, and you can already track the extra inches of fat hanging on the sides of your hips.
Loving a damaged person is absorbing their poison and hoping it ends before you’ll lie dead on the ground. It’s saving someone while you’re losing yourself in the process.