I live by this, but I am so tired of being hurt and I literally don't know how to fucking heal myself anymore. I spill my heart, and all I do is get hurt in the end. I don't even know why I bother sometimes. I'm not sure it's worth it. But I would let my heart break a thousand times over just to live the same experience with you over again once more.
"How long can my hands be a bandage to his hurt, and my words bright birds in the sky, consoling, consoling? It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world." -- Sylvia Plath