Is 6 shots of vodka a good enough excuse to call you and hear your voice?
I’m tired and all I want is for you to be here with me.
I remember crying over you and I lost so many tears. Now I’m here and I don’t know why I ever cared so much about you.
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
― Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You