My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
I barely find anybody attractive. I barely feel an affection for anybody.. But when I do.. I fall in so deep, so hard it’s ridiculous.
I was going to try to pick up the pieces of what we were and put us back together again, but I’ve noticed that once something’s broken, it never works quite as well as it used to. I’m never getting you back again, am I?
it’s over (via depresant)