For we must all learn to howl.

Sometimes all it takes is a moment of frustration, anger and hurt for you to understand how much you truly care for someone. He's stubborn, and I'm stubborn... And it's  difficult accepting that someone actually cares about you, the same way that it's difficult accepting how you end up genuinely caring for someone's well-being.  But it happens. It happens, and we just have to figure it out together. So stop being so damned stubborn.

  Head's hurting like a bitch again.

How often have I dreamed of running away, of going someplace where no one knows who I am? Here I sit in the airport - a place of comings and goings, of hellos and goodbyes and I'll miss yous - and I wish I could join those who are going. Everything feels as though it's falling apart all over again - the funny thing was that I'd only just started feeling as though I was stitching things back together into some semblance of repair. Everything burns. The wolves stay on the ground and run, but then they burn too. But the crows, the crows fly away. Who I should be, who I am expected to be, who I was born to be and who I must grow to be. Which one am I? I don't even know any more, but then again I doubt I ever knew to begin with. Does how I act and what I do reflect more on who I'm supposed to be or who I think I am? I can't tell any more. And so I run, I run and I burn. It's when your life starts looking like a Taylor Swift...