My Old Blog

I don't use this blog very much anymore because I am trying my very hardest to recover. I will come on this from time to time if I get in a really bad mood or feel that there's something I have to get off of my chest. I am so grateful to everyone who has followed me and gave me support and made an effort to be my friend, and it would be great if you would follow my new blog and talk to me there. The Link is below. My New Blog is lewcat.tumblr.com Again, thank you.

[paipr]

OKAY I REALLY DONT THINK I'M GOING TO USE THIS BLOG AGAIN AND I AM TAKING THE THEME OFF, PLEASE FOLLOW LEWCAT.TUMBLR.COM (MY NEW BLOG) BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS BEING DISABLED

http://www.lewcat.tumblr.com

[paipr]

OKAY I REALLY DONT THINK I'M GOING TO USE THIS BLOG AGAIN AND I AM TAKING THE THEME OFF, PLEASE FOLLOW LEWCAT.TUMBLR.COM (MY NEW BLOG) BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS BEING DISABLED

http://www.lewcat.tumblr.com

[paipr]

OKAY I REALLY DONT THINK I'M GOING TO USE THIS BLOG AGAIN AND I AM TAKING THE THEME OFF, PLEASE FOLLOW LEWCAT.TUMBLR.COM (MY NEW BLOG) BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS BEING DISABLED

http://www.lewcat.tumblr.com

[onlyforashortmoment]

[onlyforashortmoment]

[with-tears-in-the-eyes]

Still after all this time… on We Heart It.

[abandoned--love]

You can't kiss a memory

[abandoned--love]

How dare you say no-one cares about you when it's all I've ever tried to do, like I'm not even a person, like I don't count. That's a fucking horrible feeling, dehumanizing me just to make your story sound a little sadder, its your fault nobody gives a fuck about you because when I tried to you threw it right back into my fucking face, and even though I still care and am probably one of the very few people who do, you still block me out because my feelings aren't worth anything to you anymore, so why is it you think you should be important to everyone when you made me feel so disposable and worthless? I hope one day soon- when I've found someone else to love or be friends with, when I stop trying to get you back even just as a friend- I hope that all the effort I made haunts you like the way out a never-ending, inescapable tunnel would; because one day when you want me to pull you out from under the ice, I will have forgotten you, and you will never find anyone like me ever again.

[curse-of-curvess]

Never beg someone to stay

my five word story (via curse-of-curvess)

[abandoned--love]

Deleting all my posts I think because this blog is just a fucked up mess, all my text posts are weird as fuck to read back, they make me look like so pathetic and weird. I've wasted so much time writing posts about someone who doesnt bother writing posts about me, not even one. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll do it tonight.

[abandoned--love]

Was thinking about the version of you that cared about me all of last night. I still love that girl, but only the one that exists in my head, in memories. Miss that cute smile.

[theirgraves]

[paipr]

Think I’m starting my motorcycle lessons soon.

[abandoned--love]

I keep imagining any of the people from before messaging me like "Hey, want to try to be friends again? Want to try to make things how they were before it all got fucked up? I miss speaking to you."

I don't even know how many months it's been since I went out and did something with someone or spoke to someone I could consider a real-life friend. It's kinda fucked up. Even if someone was to ask me how I was doing or what I'd been up to. Anything to make me feel less alone would really help. 

I can't let it affect my mood or how well I'm coping. I can't let it get me down too much or for too long. Need to keep moving onward and just hope some from the past will catch up with me.

Not sad, just disappointed. 

[abandoned--love]

They want you,

Then they get you,

Then they have you,

Then they get used to you,

Then they leave you,

and they break you.

[the-saddest-landscape]

[winoforevr-deactivated20160222]

it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.