eine kugel scheint der einzige trost für ein einsames herz zu sein

It occured to me recently that . . .

I want to move on but my heart’s stuck in the past. Stuck feeling the same things.

I don’t miss feeling good about someone, I miss feeling good about her.

I’m not keen on repeating the whole thing with Someone New, though. Not keen on the whole dance with attraction again. Doubt, confusion, confusion, doubt. There’s not one single good thing I can think of about that whole situation. Hell, I actually actively dread it.

The good bits have never outweighed the bad bits for me. And I doubt they ever will, when it comes to that shit.

I’d be truly glad if I could feel nothing, to be honest. At least not for a while.

Better learn to like yourself first, you fag.