Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
Sober or drunk, it’s always you.
The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.
It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
No human should mislead another by promising them something they know to be untrue.
Come here and stay here. Not because I asked you to, but because there is no other place you’d rather be. Do it because, every other place you were, before here, didn’t have me.