Fact: it is much better and prettier to be alone, than to be with someone you do not like, or someone who takes more from you than what you are willing to give. But like idiots, we tend to forget this over and over again.

Nyc 3.29.14

I need you, to hold my hands. Both of them, tight, at a time like this. Because I'm scared. Scared that my skin will slowly cave in, sink, and merge with my thick thick blood. So that in the end there will only be a mess. Me a heap on the floor.
And this is why I need you now, to hold my hands. Both my hands. Tight. Don't let go.

Nyc 12.8.13