Being strong is tiring.

I miss who I was before all this.

Learning to live with the silence.

Home doesn't feel like home anymore.

I didn't lose you, I lost the idea of you.

Remember when we were happy?

Missing someone who doesn't miss me back.

Some things were never meant to stay.

Hurts to admit it, but I miss you.

I keep rereading old messages.

Why is moving on so slow?

I'm just tired of trying so hard.

we were almost something

my heart's on do not disturb

We had something, didn't we?

quiet nights, loud thoughts