when you don't think too much into it, it happens. that's my life story, but somehow i never learn. i overthink, and i turn the simplest matters into difficult, complicated issues that gets my blood boiling. sometimes i wonder why i bother. i'd rather not have the thinking process etched into my brain.

it's over, and i'm not happy. i'm upset and disappointed, mostly in myself. and now it's time to write that long letter i've been putting off for so long because i was afraid of facing the evil fuck that i am.

i can't breathe
until you're resting here with me

i miss you, isabella.