Forwarded from SHE (Ψ΅Ω)
having long distance best friends is the worst.
Nothing heals the past like time, and they can't steal the love you're born to find.
Thereβs beauty in the struggle, and ugliness in the success.
How do I heal a wound thatβs still being cut? How do I outrun a knife that follows me wherever I go?
Sometimes we expect more from others, because we would be willing to do that much for them.
I prefer to suffer in silence than bothering someone with my problems.