I give up. I give up on you. I hate you. I’ve tried everything. I’m fooling myself. This is an exhausted shambles. You were right, I was wrong. I give up. You win. Ill be alone.
Still addicted to the pain of it.
I don’t know
What to feel
What to say
I don’t know if I care
This pain is better than the other type
The cycle. Your cycle. Exhausted
I don’t have anything to say
This morning, I have had pretty intimate morning sex, mcdonalds breakfast and saw two french bulldogs. Not too bad for a Monday morning.
—Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, TedxEuston (x)