My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.
She's in trouble, but I envy her.
You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.
I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.
I dream of you every day. I make up scenarios where everything is forgiven, where everything is fixed. Deep down I know our situation is unfixable, and even worse - you don't want it. But I do. I want...
To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.
Luxury is not happiness - happiness is luxury.