— note to self (via briggly)
— Rise Against, Methadone (via the-finest-connoisseur)
I lie awake thinking about my entire romantic history. I’ve always been the weaker one. I think about the comparison of your life now after I let you go, to your life then, when we lived as lovers, we made a home inside each other. I think about before you took me in and cared for me. I think about now. It’s frightening. It’s like a movie gone bad, gone rough, one of those scary fast forward what-if scenarios. Your life Haunts me. You’re a ghost in my life. All of my lovers are ghosts inside of me and I couldn’t imagine housing more of them. I left my old self when I left you and sometimes life is about leaving.