Sometimes i wish my life were like that of a movie, where conflicts are resolved just by showing up and saying a few lines, where the girl gets the boy in a 5 minute time lapse, where things work out before your drink is through. But I don’t live in studios, and my life is not a movie. My life continues to happen even after the one and a half hours required time of running.
from my mind to my fingertips/ be careful treading this page/ you might trample on my spilled guts
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Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Heart’s a mess
My heart is badly breaking right now.
And no matter how rational you argue with it, it just wouldn’t stop bleeding.
I know how it hurts so bad right now, but one month, six months, one year from now, be assured that it wouldn’t hurt as much anymore. Just hang in there.
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