“It's okay," he whispers. "You'll be okay."Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don't tell him. I'll never be okay.”
“Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never, ever sleeps.”
“It is what it is and it's okay. I'll be okay, you'll be okay, and the world will keep turning.”
“I know my heart will never be the sameBut I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
“She says that is exactly what she's crying about. That everything is all right. That the world isn't ending. That we'll never tell each other how we really feel because everything is okay. Okay enough to just sit around, being okay. Okay enough that we forget we don't have long, that it's late, late in this universe, and at some point in the future, it's not going to be okay.”
“Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!”