“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”
“I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.”
“Try again. This time, with Him.”
i think i would rather die than confess what’s been on my mind this whole time
I keep my heart inside my hands, that’s why they’re always so cold.