You broke my heart into 1000 pieces, and I can’t put it back together because don’t think I will ever find them all. Because some of those pieces are with you… in your pocket or on the bottom of your shoes or under your fingernails or stuck to the hem of your pants; and you’re hundreds, maybe a thousand miles away. And since you don’t even know that they are there in the first place, they’re scattering… getting lost along the way.
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal
I think the reason I hate my job so much is because it makes me constantly angry. And I hate being angry. I hate feeling like an emotion has such complete control over you.