I feel like I am made of glass. And at any moment, all my pieces could shatter and break. It's always easier to blame other people isn't it? It would be easy to say that he did this to me, that he became such a part of my soul, that his departure from my life sent me spiraling out of control. And maybe to an extent that's true. There's no doubt that I gave my heart to a boy who ran so far away with it that I'm not sure it will ever really come back. But to put all that blame on him would be naive, and I would never want to flatter him in that way. The truth is, I was broken before he came barreling into my life. And now that he's gone, I'm just one step closer to shattering. My problem isn't making someone else fall in love with me, it's falling in love with myself. I've struggled for years to be happy with who I am, and I made the mistake of letting someone else try to make me happy, make me more alive. But how can I fault someone for falling out of love with me, when I have never even loved myself?


Det sägs att tiden läker alla sår. Det kanske är rätt, men just nu känns det som att tiden har stannat och mina sår blir allt djupare. Säger som Jonna, jag tror man kan hinna dö innan såret är läkt. Man lever inte längre än hjärtat orkar.


Du rensade min luft, du gav mig nya andetag, du gav mig ny styrka när jag kände mig svag. Du lärde mig att stå ut och tro på mig själv, du måste veta att jag älskar dig.
Det blir inte alltid som man tänkt sig.