My heart is like glass. Shattered glass piercing through everything inside. It's going through my heart, soul, and spine. It kills me to say this, but without him. I'm nothing. He was my everything. Without him, my heart and soul are absent. Never to be healed or returned..
I've come to one conclusion though.
I've had a better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt, and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.
I'd rather be a pariah.
Forever human wreckage,
Callie