let me tell you something: none of us fucking knows what we’re doing.
for the first time in a really long time—i didn’t run.
i wake up every morning with one single goal: to make it through the day without crying.
my heart is not whole, and you keep crushing it. but i spend night after night after night trying to rebuild it, just in case tomorrow you’re ready to take it.
you can be scared and walk away as many time as you want. but when you’re done running, you know where to find me.