"Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us"
"You’re angry. You’re angry at the world for the constant spoonfuls of bitterness and the whirlwind of mistakes and sorrows. You’re angry at people who let you down, who twisted your insides and made you cower, who held you too delicately, who didn’t even hold you at all, who creased your soft edges, and who gave you a recording of black-smeared memories playing on endless loop. You’re angry at fate for whatever circumstances it created for you and whatever path it led you to. You’re angry at the heavens for the numerous dark hours and the seemingly perpetual thunderstorms. You’re angry at yourself for giving up or holding on, for being too much or not enough, for failing, for trying, for oversimplifying your strengths or for overdramatizing your weaknesses, and for who you were and who you are. You’re angry at so many things. Don’t you ever get tired of being so bitter and so angry? How does your heart take all the stab wounds and the crushing blows? When will you stop treating life as gateway to death?"