The Library of Babel

Anonymous asked: I'm sorry you're going through such pain. I know the feeling, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy.

Thank you.

I can’t get my phone to reply to or send a message but thank you faints-falling.

I’m sorry. The last post gave the wrong impression. I’m going to get rid of my tumblr and I’m not writing anymore, but I’m not doing anything crazy. I am all alone but I have one reason to live and I will try my best to do so. I have just never felt pain and rejection like this.

Tomorrow, I delete this account, as I delete me.

She doesn’t follow me anymore. I have no reason to write. I love you and I’m sorry. I wish I could change the past. I wish I could make you happy. Now, I am all alone and nothing is all I need.

The intricacies of love are simple, sweet in agony, grandiose in the smallest details, a bounding leap in the heart, a tantalizing relaxation with a touch, and a stimulant to all emotions dwelling in the mind.