I fall in love way too easily. I’m already heartbroken and lighting candles in an attempt to reignite our fiery connection. Why am I mourning again?

I saw it in your eyes, didnt I? Something natural and real— no! Not again!


So here I am, typing out what could’ve been. My daydream reverie! My beautiful—

I deserve nothing but these pathetic yearnings. This series of self harm I’ve created for myself.

“I didn’t choose what I dream about”
says my coping mechanisms.

But already I have made myself into nothing again. I’m simply crying out, drunkenly, a lost hope that was already gone. It’s embarrassing and so,

I often wish I was never born.

@Kita I find myself falling in love very easily too, though probably not in the same way that you do. But, for me, I always find that, when I scratch the rust off the surface and reveal the gray steel beneath, it is a cry of:
"Will you be the one to save me? Please say yes."
and a desperate, boundless urge to do anything, anything, for a yes.

Sometimes, I believe that love is not yearning, nor mourning. Those are merely hopes of love. Love is laughter.