NobodyImportant

We're born, we live, and we die; nothing truly matters.

I apologize if this hurts you. I’ve moved past it.

There’s so much turmoil in the world, and I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but I know I have to stand for something.

I’ve always struggled with the concept of predestination and purpose. The darker part of my mind likes to supply answers.

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

I’m so terrified of losing her that it bleeds into my dreams. Most likely a problem. Definitely unhealthy.

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

I have no reason for feeling this way, and yet... I do.

Being with you hurts more than anything I've done, yet I never want to stop; never want to leave.