Will that tomorrow come...? #caption# On an accidental good day, where I don't realise i've had a good one until the bad days sneak in, I sometimes tell myself how awful it is to give so much of my breathing moments to thoughts of something I won't be around to feel. How terrifying it is to romanticise the idea of my absence instead of romanticising love, like normal people do. i think we may be a callous generation, because when a friend tells me they want to die, I hum in response, and we compete over who has wanted it longer,
