words to live by:

"but just...decide or whatever..or whatever"

-K.A.T.

every story is true but not every truth has a story

and I'm scared. not because I think I can't do this but becuse I know I can and I think it will break me.

and there's a loss here because the print on your computer screen can't run from the wet spots left by my tears

but I still feel it all and you do, too, and we're trying to save ourselves save ourselves save each other but we don't know what from and we don't know what for

and so we go to bed and we wake up and what for? to find our ways once more to our beds. I know I can do it. I think it will break me.

Why is it that everything you think got washed away by the rain

comes rushing back the moment you step inside?