ANGSTY QUOTES I FOUND ON PINTEREST REWORDED INTO USABLE CONVERSATION
feel free to reword slightly to fit your muse!
“you do it on purpose, don’t you? you’re silent when people expect you to argue.”
“kinda sad, though, isn’t it? sure, it’s ‘freedom’, but... nobody’s waking you up or waiting for you at night... seems more like loneliness to me.”
“i don’t mind it anymore. it’s not a big deal, i’m just used to it.”
“just don’t, alright? i don’t want you to just pick me apart. you might find nothing you want in here.”
“sorry. i don’t mean to be angry. i am trying to be happy.”
“i don’t want to be useless.”
“i know you’re trying to help, but it’s just making me feel... ruined. i don’t want to need you to be kind to me.”
“look, i’m sorry, but sometimes, i make the wrong choice, alright? sometimes i don’t want to choose ‘healing’. this is what i’m used to, and sometimes it’s just easier to make the wrong choice.”
“i don’t know why you keep looking at me like that.”
“sorry. i’m terrible company tonight. but if it’s gloomy and boring you want...”
“sorry, it’s... not a nice story.”
“there’s nothing i can do to change it.”
“it’s not so complicated. if i deserved it, then i would’ve been given it, wouldn’t i?”
“i must’ve done something which means i didn’t deserve it.”
“your eyes are nice. but... i mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but they’re kind of... sad. you look sad.”
“you’re more important.”
“yeah... i don’t think i was made to be subtle.”
“you weren’t made to be subtle, were you?”
“i wish i wasn’t real, sometimes. you know?”
“i wish i could just... give you the story without it being from my point of view. i want you to know, i just... don’t want to tell it.”
“it’s my own fault.”
“look, love isn’t easy. it hurts, sometimes, and keeps hurting forever.”
“god, i’ve made such a mess...”
“can’t you just let it go?”
“no, i can’t just let it go!”
“being around people is so tiring.”
“why are you so scared to just... care about people?”
“why are you so scared of letting people care about you?”
“c’mon, look at me...”
“i don’t regret loving you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“i don’t think you’ll hurt me, it’s not like that. i think you’ll see what other people have done and realise you can’t fix it.”
“it was just a hug... seriously, why are you crying?”
“could you just... could you just hold on a bit longer? thanks.”
“it’s not... no, you don’t have to stop. i’m just not used to it.”
“is it permanent? that ‘kicked puppy’ look you’ve got going on?”