Sometimes I wish I just had that one person that was my soulmate, where I could spend hours venting about everything that hurts and knowing that the other person just gets me. Maybe it’s just the longing of wanting to tell someone all the things bottled up inside me that makes me cry at night. Maybe I just want someone to care- someone to listen.
"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me."
"Because sometimes it’s easier to say "I hate you" than "I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight, I wish you would call me sometimes." Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control."