Origami Shadows

There's no such thing as making it all better.

So she said:

sadness,

it's so very close to

madness.

which,

twisted, she admitted,

was inherently like

love.

~~Ah, bittersweet memories, you're damaged goods at discount prices, and spring is in the air again.~~

_{One
of those moments when you're riding the line between deciding on one
thing that could change these situations forever, or another, in which
everything will continue as it always has, inevitably curving in a slow
spiral downwards. And you
choose the latter, of course, because you know that the former always
leads to the other, and that no one's ever gonna save you now.}