im sick and you should be with someone who isn’t. i hate how much i care about you. i wish it were easy to end things with you. but then i’d be heartbroken by two people who never broke my heart, and where would that leave me? dead. and you’re making me care.
for once i want to get better because you deserve to be with someone who’s happy. i finally get how it works. but the urge to cut and purge right now is too strong. i almost wish you couldn’t see through my eyes like a looking glass. maybe i should just stop looking at you.
"People ask why I still look for him in a crowded room," she said. "And I tell them I don’t know why."
"But maybe it’s because he was my light."
"And maybe I am tired of feeling blind."
if she mentions it more than once, it’s bothering her.