Short story: isnt love grand?
You probably know what I mean when i say, it feels like dying when they walk away.
Like..every moment without them is the Longest Goodbye the fuckin heart could ever KNOW. Because you know you're headed back into your own head to sit alone swimming in old memories while haunted by Daydreams of what *Could Be.. while fearing that it never WILL. Yeah..I felt that feeling.
It's. Godamn..Loneliness on Crack with a side of Fucked and a bit of Existential fuckin Irony thrown in for seasoning.
Isn't love grand sis?
