One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.
I want to write you love letters, hundreds and thousands of love letters. Every letter expressing how I feel about you.
You are not crazy and it is okay to feel defeated. But you know why bad times are important? Because you only and always learn from bad times.
"It could have been worse. It can still turn worse."
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.