"the only two places where i feel absolutely safe are either in a bed with fresh, white sheets and pillows surrounding my head or in water. like on the bottom of a swimming pool. alone. weightless. peaceful. nobody talking. nobody pretending. just being. those are the only two places. everywhere else i get smacked in the face with arrogance, ignorance, shallowness. they knock me down and leave me bleeding on the floor."
At 11:11 I always wish for the same thing: to be with him, to hug him, anything that has to do with him. But I've been wasting my wishes and my time. I'm moving on, because I can't imagine anything happen between us anymore. I'm impatient, stubborn. I can't wait anymore. I'm giving up. Everything ends eventually.
She whispers, "I'm afraid of falling."
He smiles, "I'll catch you."
^ I wish he caught me instead of letting me fall on my ass. He said he wound't break my heart. He lied.