You really fucked me up, you know that? I constantly type messages and go to press send, and then remember you donât actually care. I constantly looked down your street everytime I drive by in case I see the tiniest bit of you, even though I know you wouldnât do the same. I constantly look at photos of us and remind myself of memories, and I know that you wouldnât dare to even think of them. I constantly remember every detail about you from your blue eyes to your horrible laugh, and you donât even give me a second thought. Thatâs the difference between me and you, that was always the difference between me and you. I treasured every possible moment I could because I thought it was forever, you didnât because you thought of me as an object that would pass time.
Iâm tired of feeling this way (via fxck-every-1)

















