days without you

Day 58

I don’t really think of you that often anymore. I never thought I would get to this point. But I realized that I’m happier now than I’ve been for a long time.

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

—Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919 (via vvolare)

(Source: larmoyante, via pouvoires)

Day 42

I’m trying not to contact you for at least a week. We didn’t talk yesterday. I’m not going to call you today. I miss you. I miss you. This too shall pass.

Day 35

You tell me that you feel lonely and that you want me to come over. It’s Sunday and you’re hungover. Fuck you.