If she doesn’t yearn she doesn’t mourn. I mourn! I’d actually fucking MOURN!

@Kita
"I dreamed about you again. You are my home. But, after all:

home is where
home is where, I tried
home is where
home is where the heart dies

I’m sick of you and how little you actually care about me. Either you don’t care about me, or this is how you treat the people you care about, and of the two, the second is far worse. Much worse. Much Much worse. And I know that that is the one that is true and i am just so crushed to have to understand that that is who you are. you are not a person who does nice things for the people she cares about. maybe you could have been, maybe if i had done things different, but i didnt, and i dont think i could have, so you arent. And that is fucking horrible. But that is something you will have to live with. Not me. Good luck. Goodbye.

P.S. You’re not a good person. Stop trying. Be you. That’s much better than good.

I have nothing left to say to you. I wish you well."
- i tried to find my writings on mourning but this was the best i could do.

never be ashamed to yearn. never be ashamed to mourn.