I’m beginning to realize
All that I ignored,
All that I fooled myself into believing,
Everything that guilted me,
And how these ideas surpassed reality.
But mostly how that FUCKED EVERYTHING UP.
And how there’s no going back now.
Sometimes I’m tired.
Sometimes I’m more than awake.
Sometimes I’m really sad.
Sometimes I’m really really happy.
Sometimes I miss him.
Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I hide.
Sometimes I lay out in it forever.
But I’m always sick. My body is always sick and I don’t know how to make it go away.
“ That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened like I imagined them. ”
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via simply-quotes)
