you know when you want the world to open up and take you in… take you away from everything? yep. that’s now.

it’s tough, knowing that the one person who makes you truly happy just doesn’t feel the same about you. And it hurts to think that no matter how hard you tried, you were never quite good enough to make them want to catch you as you fell suddenly, dangerously head over heels for them.
You begin to look at each and every part of yourself: the broken parts, the bits you hate… even the ones you loved: you blame them. Because you’re not what you use to be- that’s undeniable. In your place is a shattered, exhausted shadow of the old you. A person that was always lacking the things they need in order to be loved.

I’d run around the world to make you happy and I’d move mountains just to be yours.

it’s funny, how suddenly a depression can leave you. like every day that you’ve woken under that massive cloud was just a distant dream- or a nightmare… but now, quite like the seasons will change, the sun broke through that monotonous grey and lights you up again. just as you use to be.