Some storms take longer to pass.
See it on a post
This is how it looks under your photo. Copy it, post it, enjoy the likes.
This is how it looks under your photo. Copy it, post it, enjoy the likes.
Nobody talks about how lonely growing up is.
Why does 3am always hurt the most?
Pretending I'm over it.
The end of us was the start of me.
We used to talk every day.
The saddest part is how normal it feels now.
Smiling in pictures, healing in private.
I hope one day it stops hurting.
Grieving what could have been.
I'm fine. (I'm not.)
Sad songs understand me better.
I keep rereading old messages.
Some things just fall apart.
everything reminds me of you
I keep rereading old messages.