I know that in 6 months you will probably mean nothing to me, and hearing your name won’t make me cringe. But it’s not 6 months from now and I am broken down replaying every word you have ever said to me, wondering where I went wrong. So yes I know I will one day get over it but that doesn’t make it hurt any less right now, or the pain any less real.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.Kuba Wojewodzki | polish journalist and comedian. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)