“‘When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say this, will you say it back?’”
“when things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.”
“this is why we call people exes, i guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it’s too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it’s not, because there’s no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.”
That word is supposed to mean something. Actually it means everything. If I could split myself in two I would. But I am unable to.
I believe that I am failing miserably at this whole being on my own thing.
I got an apartment! Woooooohoooooooo
I’m so uncomfortable right now to the point where I was driving tonight and I hoped that maybe a drunk driver would hit me. I didn’t want to die. I just didn’t want to be stuck anymore. I’ve been thrown back to the start again. Back to being in the same place. And I don’t want to be here. I dont want to be stuck.
