It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.
Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.
I tired of being wrong.
Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?
Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus
Journal Entry # 88 – Betrayal
Beware the person that stabs you and tells the world they’re the one who’s bleeding.