Do you ever just meet someone and think, “I just want to be apart of your story somehow. Even if it doesn’t last forever or if it’s only good for right now. You’re life is a book I want a chapter in but I’d even settle for a few short lines if that’s all you could muster up.”
I don’t care enough for people to mend friendships when they’re broken. I just ignore the problem and move on—sometimes it scares me how easily I become detached.
“People are dying from over thinking. They fill their brains with harsh thoughts and it brings the body down too. Chances are no one thinks as bad about you than you”
“and after a while
you change
little by little
inch by inch
towards the you you need to be
no matter the burden
no matter the cost
and one day you wake up
the weight is gone
and inch by inch
you slowly move on ”
