I’m afraid that being next to you on my balcony is the closest I will ever get to honeymooning with you in Paris like you used to write about.

I guess my memory isn’t that bad after all, it’s just full of all the plans we made.

How do you measure what you deserve? Because it’s gotta be more than this

If I had held on, would it have gotten better? Could we have healed together? I often fantasize that we could have

It breaks my heart to post this but I want to die again.

After all these years of what I thought was progress.

I know I won’t self harm but it’s a shame that these thoughts are back.

At least I have pretty things to look at..

I’m done holding a grudge against you

The memories I cherish outweigh the memories I want to forget🏥