It’s like that moment at the end of a long day spent at penny slots and poker tables. Your addiction is still there, you’re not ready to cash out, you still have more heart to put into something that yields no reward. And while the gambling is still whispering your name in its seductive, promising voice, you know that you have nothing left to give, your pockets are empty and spent. I still wish I had the effort to love you. I still DO love you. But I’m worn, and tired, and empty. And I have nothing left in me that I can give to you.
"You know, honestly, I never knew I could feel like this. I swear I’m, I’m going out of my mind. It’s like I want to throw myself off of every building in New York. I see a cab and I just wanna dive in front of it because then I’ll stop thinking about her. But that’s just it. I don’t want to. I mean, I’ve waited my whole life to feel this miserable and if this is the only way I can stay connected with her, then… well, this is who I have to be. —This, this right here, is exactly why falling in love is so goddamn hard."
"Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot and you’ll find yourself just as fucked as the day you lied and said you never want to see him again."
"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me."