openingavein
This is easier, he thinks, than thinking. Take a pill and feel alright. It's a line that will eventually be written in a song, exposed, but for now it's all his, all his, all his. It's his mantra, his life message. Take a pill. Feel alright. Forget everything. Even her.
Crying was never for the weak, but it might as well have been. I cried so often over everything between us that my strength sapped out of me in saltwater.