"Did you ever thought I was too young for you? Too fucked up? Too stupid maybe? Too different? Too much? Because I think I'm too much for you. And I don't mean this like, poor me, who's always gonna be too much for everyone, I don't mean this like if I didn't blame you. I mean this like poor you, who's not enough to be with someone like me, who's not enough to be at the same point as someone who's too much. I mean this like, it's sad that we fell in love, sad because you thought I was kidding when I told you about how fucked up I am, sad because even if I knew you weren't gonna be enough, I thought it was somehow possible. It's sad because I don't think it's possible anymore. And even if I know we're probably gonna stay together believing it won't end, I'll know deep down that it won't work, and I don't know if you know this too. There's so much questions. And I wish life was easy but it's gonna be like it always is. We're gonna keep holding to this love, keep believing in it until it totally breaks. Until we finally understand that we can't do anything to keep the fire that once kept us together. Until we finally understand that it's over. Until our love break as my heart and maybe yours will break too.
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Short StoryThose stories don't really have a link between each other. Those stories often don't have beginning nor ends. These are just things that I wrote a long time before. Those stories often talks about sad stuff like depression, heartbreak, drugs etc.. T...
