gets difficult, I run as far away as possible. But if it’s
too easy, I get bored and casually walk away. I ask myself if you
are worth fighting for, the life we built, the memories we made.
And I find myself bolting for the door, but carelessly strolling
away. Difficult yet so easy. Running and walking. Confusion at
its very best.
have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and
I’m much better at bringing out the best in others than in
myself. That’s just the kind of person I am. I’m the
scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that’s fine
with me. I don’t mind at all. Better to be a first-class
matchbox than a second-class match.