Everybody is always so fucking 'fine' but we are not. Sometimes, we are hurt and bruised and nearly completely shattered and this, sir, is not what one calls fine.

she was finally strong enough to let him go, 

and do you know what the sad part is?

even after shes let him go she still sits up at night and stares at her phone

wondering if he misses her now that shes gone.

IT'S SO MUCH EASIER TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU INSIDE MY HEAD.

If you could only read my thoughts...