I fall apart when I'm all alone. I regret everything I said, did, and thought. Goodbyes loom in the gleam of the razor sitting on the end of my bed.

I just give up.

I don't want to be another mistake.

Goodbye is the hardest word I'll ever have to say.

The feeling in my heart is fascinating.

Break my fall

It hurts.

My lunch consisted of multiple inappropriate yet hilarious questions and this:

Paul: "I've never hugged a lesbian before, and I don't think I've seen a femme one."

Me: *laughs* "I'm honored being your first"

A heart, left in silence, when shattered, is extremely loud. I'll never be able to say goodbye in March... Please, be careful. I love you, for what it is worth. When the time comes, you'll hear it break beyond repair.

I can't do this without you