I hate giving up my heart. No matter how happy I may become, getting hurt hurts so much fucking more. 

January was such a long month.

I feel like I’m waiting for happiness to come, but all I’ve seen and expect to see is more disappointment. 

Oh shit I forgot about tumblr.


No touching

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I wonder if it was all worth it.

I thought we were in this together.

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Here’s the funny thing. In my own crazy way, I was kinda’ happy. For the first time in years there was no little part of me clinging to the dream of being with Robin. Which meant, for the first time in years, the world was wide open, because kids, when a door closes, well, you know the rest…

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We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
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