I swore to one-day grow as cold as my old lovers, to not care like they did, to stay unfazed in the presence of a worshipper. In the end, it all came true. I grew cold, emotions died and I was nothing but the remains of a girl who once loved.
But it only made me sadder, because I ended up losing the life I had in me just so I could hurt others more than they hurt me. This clearly wasn’t the way to go and I wish someone told me sooner.
She Was Sea 