the way i envision my close relationships is like growing a connecting limb between the souls, and the process of taking a chainsaw and severing that so suddenly is painful
the worst part is knowing that deep down you don’t think i’m good enough to keep around. that’s always the worst part.
but this pain is inspiring. when i write about the loss of something I truly loved, i’ll have something to draw on. i’ll photograph the places we used to go and relive memories, and show the world.