Él estaba en mi vida por una razón. Lo necesitaba. Éramos las dos mitades de un todo

Si Marge no es feliz, yo no soy feliz. Si yo no soy feliz, Moe es muy feliz. ¡Pero ahora no se trata de Moe!

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

I always think about moments in the future where I’ll be heartbroken and I try to imagine myself. I portray an image of my behavior, my words, my mood, my actions. I always had this image in the back of my head and I knew a time would come where I’d be living it. And when this time came…now…it’s absolutely not how I imagined it. Because when you’re heartbroken, not feeling okay at all, you don’t know it. You don’t realize it. All you know is sadness or carelessness. You don’t look in the mirror and acknowledge you’re sad in your mind, you just are. Thats the thing about sadness, you don’t know it’s inside of you, your heart is too busy feeling it for your brain to analyze it. And when you’re walking around with a careless heart, slug posture, crooked smile, dark circles under your eyes and a face so pale, the whole world looks at you and thinks “Oh god, she looks devastated.” And she replies, “Who…me?”