to the stars. (harry styles)

Every single second passes like a millennium of torture. The constant distortion of my thoughts are starting to fade, but then they start to get louder. It's a constant fight to live here. It's a constant fight to be me. It's been years or months or weeks or minutes since it happened, and I still can't process it. Every morning I wake up and my mind is consumed with these thoughts of her. {sequel to Too Young For This}