Grieving what could have been.

We had something, didn't we?

The kind of tired a nap won't fix.

I'm healing, just slowly.

The hardest part is acting like it doesn't hurt.

When the playlist gets too real.

Overthinking everything tonight.

Tired of pretending I'm fine.

I keep rereading old messages.

I'm fine. (I'm not.)

I keep rereading old messages.

The silence says a lot.

Holding on to memories because that's all I have.

I'm still learning to let go.

Missing someone who doesn't miss me back.

This too shall pass.