I'm A Little Bit Of A Control

Only Bad Writers Think They're Good.

Amazing What We Can Self-rationalize When We Really Want Something

Hope Can Be The Most Wonderful Thing In The World Or It Can Crush Your Heart Like An Eggshell.

No, I Don’t Live In Heartache. I Don’t Cry Myself To Sleep Or Any Of That. I Am, I Tell Myself, Over It. But I Do Feel A Void, Icky As That Sounds. And—like It Or Not—i Still Think About Her Every Single Day.

Painful Memories Didn't Just Ease Back In-they Shoved The Door Open Hard, All Of Them And All At Once