words to a friend... 12:55 am wednesday june 3

"i think if you care a lot about a person, it takes a very long time to get rid of the pain. who knows, maybe you can never fully get rid of it. but eventually, you'll convince yourself not to let it take you down. it all has to get better eventually... hopefully sooner rather than later."



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