i guess when i grieve

Ssshhhh… nobody disturb me, I’ve just picked all the tiny fragments of my shattered heart up from the floor, even that tiny little piece that rolled all the way underneath the sofa, and I’m just about to glue them back together. I’ve got some super glue up in here but a very shaky hand, so I don’t know if I’m gonna make it, though. If I don’t, I want my headstone to read “Moriarty is a very good kisser,” okay?