Sweetie, I love you. But you haven’t changed. And you won’t change.
I thought this was different but it’s not I guess.
We’re meant to be together? Well then fucking show me.
It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practising an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.