I deserve someone that isn’t going to be like you. I’ll get that.
The damn stabbing pain in your heart is unbearable.
I could change my appearance for you, but how am I supposed to change the way I am and how I feel inside?
Excuse us while we go cry into the Valentine’s day chocolate we bought for ourselves.
Go to a local Paint & Sip to drink wine and make shitty artwork at the same time
He was where I began, and he was the reason some part inside of me ended.