February 2011
1 post
fucking perfect.
I can no longer pick up the pieces. I’m done trying, it’s getting me no where. In a world where I feel so alone, I need to suck it up and move on. I’m done contemplating if I could have done things differently, or at this point if theres anything else I can do. I can’t keep wondering, I just need to start living. I’m no longer picking up the pieces, im leaving them on...