Being in a relationship ends in one of two ways; breaking up or death. When you think about it like that, love really is doomed from the beginning yet we continue to nearly kill ourselves anyway just to taste it.
You win, I have nothing left, you’ve destroyed me. There’s no point fighting back with someone like you, people like you always win. So I forfeit. Congratulations, you’ve officially broken me.
|me at age 9:||omg i cant wait to be a teenager, getting drunk and partying 24/7 with all my friends!!!!|
|me as a teenager:||who the fuck just unfollowed me|