I just wanna take back my words. I hope too much and it’d hurt me in the end. it’d just fucking hurt damm so damm much and I just know it. Sometimes I feel like I should hate Christmas cause it’d be forever be associated with you. and fiction. for making me hope. ughs.

and hanging around those who can break me. whenever i speak of them, it tears me into millions of tiny pieces. yet I hold on, cause they mean much more than they would allow. more than what a mere heart could allow. such a typical soul, handing one’s heart over in a silver platter and […]