i look in the mirror and the face i see can't be mine. i don't even recognize myself anymore. i let him kill me. i let him do this to me. and i smiled while he did it.

i have been through more pain with him than i ever thought i'd experience. but i also loved him more than anyone i've ever loved. how can these two things even go together?


“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  I miss you like hell.”  –Edna St Vincent Millay