Why do I do this to myself. I create this monstrosity of pain and grief and then I wonder why I'm so sad. I wonder how I got this way, when in reality, it happened because of me. I knew all along. And it's all my fault. And I can't do anything about it.
-I am on a rollercoster that only goes up my friend -It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you -Some infinities are bigger than other infinities If you know what i am talking about like and repost