We’re not going to do this. I can’t share, I can’t catch up with you, I can’t talk. Because if I did, if I told you that my heart hurts so much sometimes that I want to rip it from my chest with my own little hands, I would fall apart. And I don’t have time to fall apart. And not that I’m not happy to see you — I am. But I wish that you would go home so the choice to talk and fall apart would go away,
(via lipglossandhearts)