Dancing In The Moonlight

Am I just a victim of the things I did just to maintain?

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I'm tired of trying

[drdaanvondutch]

when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm.

[icantwritegood]

love is stored in the child you crossed paths with in a space midway to somewhere else and never saw again

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I feel offended and idk why.

Like you’re allowed to be disappointed…

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I think I should be alone. I think that’s what I deserve and what will make me happiest. I don’t belong here anywhere or to anyone. I’m tired of trying to live up to peoples expectations. I don’t deserve love and I guess that’s okay. I don’t deserve anything. Maybe I should just kms, might be easier that way.

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I want to runaway. How pathetic.

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

lol I deserved to be raped. It was my fault for not leaving the bad situation.

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

You tell yourself often that you don’t matter to anyone but your words have a strong impact on people. Especially the people that love you. I believe I am what you think of me.

A weak pushover who got everything she deserved because she stayed in the situation she was stupid enough to get into and also a whore.

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

Am I supposed to act like my life before you never existed? Never happened.

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

“I ask triggering questions to put people in an emotional state so I can get what I want. They’re in my playing field”

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

It’s very heartbreaking and alienating to be some who is Mexican in blood only. I’m Mexican because my parents are and their parents and theirs and so on. I want to learn my culture but people think I’m white or white washed. My Spanish is broken and has a thick accent so people speak to me in English instead of letting practice to get better. I feel like I’m not Mexican and I’m not accepted as Mexican but my skin is too dark to be white. My features are too exotic to be white. I’m not American and I’m not Mexican. Who am I? Where do I belong?

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

“You aren’t as serious about us as I am”

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I think I finally figured out what it was that pissed you off enough to stop talking to me. It’s cause I invited someone to an event that I knew you wouldn’t attend. Maybe you just wanted the option to say no, but I didn’t want to hear it so…

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

I don’t understand why you have to be so negative all the time about everything in your life. It’s hard to feel like I make you happy at all.

Can I really be negating some of that negativity when all you do all day every single day is complain?

I mean where does it come from? What are you really mad about? Or who are you mad at?

Is it just anxiety and/or depression?

[brokenrhinestoneeyes]

Did I do something again…

[mournfulroses]

Ivan Bunin, from Sunstroke: Selected Stories of Ivan Bunin; "The Hunchback's Affair,"

[thoughtkick]

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

[resqectable]

“How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”

— S. Z.