depressing thoughts

The idea of you makes me weak in the knees.

The reality of you makes me wish I’d never met you.

—  Nicole Torres // All the Difference in the World; excerpt

I don’t know who I am anymore

I feel empty

lost and found in nowhere

like a paper cut out made of stone

like freshly inked words blurred out with a misplaced hand

my words

I don’t know why living is a chore, or at least sometimes it is

after all I don’t want to be like this

but I still can’t find the switch to turn on the lights in my eyes again

You taught me that goodbyes are hard. You taught me that promises can break. You taught me that endings aren’t always happy. But you didn’t teach me how to move on.
—  Another heart-broken girl