Fuck this.
Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won't ever happen.

I didn't let her go. She went. It's not my fault.
She did it.
She could undo it.
This is feeling so fucking famliar.
Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Of is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

It is better to disbelieve an idea,than to have the spirit of unbelief.

If gifted with unbelief,even when the train of success stops at your doorstep you will still miss it.

Unbelief is never the absence of beliefs,but it simply means the limits of our beliefs.

Life can be so interesting,but it will become so uninteresting when we fill it with unbelief.