Still broken

And at the end of the day, we're all just broken people with the every day delusion that we can be whole again.

...

The words good night and I miss you get heavier with each passing day.

1.21 P

I wish I could trade my life for anyone who so desperately wanted to live. Like people who are sick.

If only life has that option.

But then life doesn't really give you a lot of options. Sucks.