The result of this breakup is melancholy, a sad symphony that will always echo inside of me.

I'm having daymares, so I try to escape into sleep,
but find myself looping through vivid nightmares.
My life's a cruel joke, and in my dreams I'm still a fool.

Just when I think I'm over it all, I meet you again... and I'm back to square one.

Life is now. Don't cling to the past, don't live in the future. Be, now.

It's ugly to see love as a chemical we're all going to run out of someday.

I think too much about how i could stop thinking.

I'm anxious, depressive. I'm loving, creative.
I'm empathic, emotive, lonely, hard-headed.
I'm....I...I.....I'd happily be someone else.