You’re gonna get depressed sometimes. You’re gonna have weeks where you don’t feel like eating. Where gravity is working overtime, like it’s afraid of getting laid off, and you can barely lift your fork to your mouth.
And you are going to have a choice.
Do you want to see this world as ugly or beautiful?
”—George Watsky - Letter to My 16-Year-Old Self (x)
I don’t love you anymore. No, this isn’t some mistake. For the past two months I’ve just been getting drunk and watching Lost and then getting even drunker just so I could fall asleep. Every second I’m with you, I get an ache in my head and I spin in my bed and again and again and again and again.