i hope that my tears trap my memories of you.   they’re thrust up violently but then they fall quickly and are wiped away and forgotten



i can’t believe that we are here. the higher the climb, the harder the fall. i’m mad. i’m mad at you. i’m mad at me. i’m mad that i let you in. i’m mad that i thought you were different. i’m mad that i trusted that you wouldn’t hurt me; you would handle me with… Continue reading ending