depressing thoughts

One of the most painful parts of losing you was that it didn’t matter how much we knew and loved each other, how much time we spent talking, it only took a fraction of the time to become strangers again–for the sound of your voice, the sparkle in your eyes, the warmth you gave me, the moments we shared, to become a distant memory.
—  LA
How scary it is to confess your love to someone even when there are chances of that love being reciprocated ; such a thin line between being lovers or complete strangers.
—  Should I let it all slip away?

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I completely shutdown, sometimes I just shrug it off, sometimes I cry til I fall asleep, sometimes I harm myself because I can’t make the pain inside of me go away so I harm myself on the outside because I’m just not good enough.