An attempt to justify a habit of loving recklessly, quickly, and frequently; yet almost always temporary.
I know that it’s just storm passing, but I’ve gotten used to bad weather.
It is 11 AM on a Tuesday. I’m halfway into a productive day and so looking forward to lunch. The people I surround with are a bit…
There’s a sweet taste born in bonds, if it ever reaches one.
I did walk back to my room and collapsed.
This goes to my best friends, and how time will grow us apart. To the world that never show mercy…
I will continue to put other people first without betraying myself.
I am sorry.
It is in every way how you thought this ought to be.
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