I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If

Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This One. Not Yet.

I Always Knew, On Some Level, That I Wouldn't Live Long. It's Simply Not Written In My Stars.

I Don't Like Seeing Her This Delicate.

The Memory Fades, And I’m Left Hanging On To The Ghosts Of His Words.

Be True To Yourself. But That's Something Everyone Says And No One Means. No One Wants You To Be Yourself. They Want You To Be The Version Of Yourself That They Like.