"You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand"

It comes in waves. Today is one of the bad days. The next month will probably be one long bad day. Filled with too many things I wish I could forget.

I don't know how to make it go away. I don't know how to make it easier.

And it kills me because I knew. I read old journal entries and half of them consist of me being afraid of getting my heart broken. But I still let myself fall anyways.

How can you ever trust anyone? People can look you in the eye and say the exact thing you want to hear. And at that moment, it's the greatest feeling in the world.

But I'm starting to wonder if that feeling is worth the heartache it causes later.