I could spill out what i have left as a “heart” and you probably wouldnt understand. Dont worry how can you understand something that i cant even myself..

Everything you love eventually leaves.. i guess its all about the impact they had on you after. The little things you’ll notice on people that remind you of them. The way you can’t sleep because you have to replay all those memories because you’re scared of forgetting. Is this as bad as dying for nothing?

Sometimes i think God hates me, but it only gets better right?