im so sorry i can’t let the bad things go and that i probably wont be able to let go of that statement as well. it’s just that… i need to remember so that i won’t be hurt again and that when everything fails i won’t be as shocked. that pessimistic voice in my head will say, -see we saw that coming-; i really want to believe that everything will be okay for us and that one day we won’t be broken but it’s feels like a lie. you’re going to leave one day and the both of us will be even MORE broken…..fuck why do i think these things? one fight won’t break us apart (the beginning of the end) stfu brain. summer isn’t going anywhere. right?











