nastasha. 20. words are my cure. i'm just a bundle of love letters waiting to be found.
That is the simple secret of happiness. Whatever you are doing, don’t let past move your mind; don’t let future disturb you. Because the past is no more, and the future is not yet. To live in the memories, to live in the imagination, is to live in the non-existential. And when you are living in the non-existential, you are missing that which is existential. Naturally you will be miserable, because you will miss your whole life.
This time I didn’t lose myself, I just loss you.
For the past nine months I have completely vanished from everything I was.
Because I thought I had found the only exception
I guess that’s what will happen when you lose yourself in someone.
But Here I am once again nine months later, I still have no clue what it’s like to have someone stay.
I’m just glad that I’m finding bits and pieces of myself again