"Let us consider that we are all partially insane. It will explain us to each other; it will unriddle many riddles; it will make clear and simplify many things which are involved in haunting and harassing difficulties and obscurities now"
Now I’m just really sorry you couldn’t hack it…You’ll never realise what you’ve thrown away.
Are we still talking about fluoxtine? Yeah, just work your way up, all depends on the amount in the bottle :)
But I refuse to let you down any more than I already have. I need to feel something that isn’t my heart tearing apart.
I don’t even want to post on here anymore…Because I know you’ll be reading. Literally just speechless. There’s so many things I know I can’t do anymore, read my favourite book, my second favourite book (The one you gave me), wear my favourite perfume, put flowers in my room, play my favourite games, be able to attend my favourite lesson (although I know how unhappy it would make you if you knew I wasn’t, which is probably worse…), or even listen to my favourite band. Every part of me is aching to send you that text, but I know it’ll never be the same after this evening. What was so simple in the beginning is no longer easy…I’m sorry I couldn’t hack it. I love you. Please still be there after all this.
I will love you till the end of time, I would wait a million years. Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine?
