A part of me always wants to think the worst in every situation even when I know I shouldn’t. The constant overthinking and doubting is what ends up tearing me apart and to be honest? If what I fear is true, it is okay. I’ve always seemed to turn to some guy to fill your void, sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes not. But I don’t need anyone damn it. No matter how much I miss that feeling or want it back, it’s a void that is meant to be left alone. All I can really do now is try and fill up the parts surrounding it with love, and joy, and hurt, and sadness, and everything that makes me me. And when the time, when OUR time is finally here, that void, OUR void, will welcome you back home.
~An Ordinary
