Bittersweet.

I don't know whether to be thankful or resentful toward you anymore, because I'm starting to notice that I've become used to the idea of all of this.  I've shut a lot within myself down, but with doing that, I've built a lot within myself up. I've learned that I can stand on my own and that yes, I want you, but no, I don't need you.

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs"


"..Tomorrow, I'm gonna listen To that voice of reason inside my head."