But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.
I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is