"Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea."
"I think I’m in love with missing you more than I’m in love with you."
"You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You have already done all of this and will do it again."
I don’t have a balance. I’m empathetic to the point where it’s selfish and unnecessary. My outbursts on here are contained, but yeah, sometimes I can’t be a helper. Sometimes I can’t be a giver, and that’s okay. Make peace with that. Let it take you over when you’ve extended yourself too far. You don’t have to make sense to anyone.
We are no better and no worse than you just because we cry more. You decide. We are not the softness that you compare yourself to. Be yourself. It’s okay if you don’t cry a lot. We’re not any more or any less human. Our hearts are not any less heart-like. Screaming is an emotion. Yes.
OMG. Ommmmmmgggg 0:’)