I long to hear you say my name.

Still don't know how I have followers, but Thank You guys, You're amazing. 

[finding-katherine]

I hate being awake

I hate being awake because when I'm awake I can miss you. When I'm awake I can't dream that things are okay. When I'm okay I can't breathe because I don't have you.

[finding-katherine]

-S. D. A. C. 

[finding-katherine]

An open letter to whoever’s still listening.

Everywhere i go, everywhere i look, everyone i speak to, its all about the places i can’t go. They say Uni’s about finding yourself, experimenting, that it’s not just about the work, but the social life as well. Uni’s where you’ll meet your friends for life they said. If you’re feeling down, why not try getting involved, join a society and mix with new people, have fun and let loose. All of those opportunities are now gone for me. Without a warning shot, they opened fire. “Permanently excluded” True, and now in more ways than just not permitted from entering your premises, I’m excluded from the opportunities i described. I can no longer join in social occasions that are advertised to me every single day. I can’t go anywhere without being bombarded with people promoting your events. I can’t look anywhere without seeing posters, flyers banners, you name it you’ve got it. I understand that it was my behavior that put me in this situation, but the way you reacted has ripped a hole in me. I’ve never felt more alone than I have at uni and now you’ve done this to me, the times i do get to see my friends and spend time with them have now plummeted dramatically. So Thank You, for helping me “make the most of me” and allowing me to discover new things and experience new things. I have to say that the most significant thing I've discovered and experienced since being here is total and utter isolation, much the same a piece of debris floating through space, it’s only fate to smash into something and disintegrate. At least it will look beautiful when the inevitability occurs, for myself I cannot say the same. 

[finding-katherine]

The worst part is I know he was flirting with me for sure but he's the kind of guy that would flirt to lead me on not because he liked me and ugh I hate myself for falling for him.

[orangeisafeeling-deactivated202]

I would re-live junior and senior year of high school specifically so I could re-live all the time I spent with you in my life.

[youremyforevermore]

Do you ever wonder if people wonder about you? Like maybe they saw something today that reminded them of you. Or they heard your name. Or they just really miss you or your voice or your smile. I just wonder about who wonders about me. 

[samdashh-deactivated20210615]

always

[d-d-d-dahmer-deactivated2016060]

I get a weird high when I see you. And when I come down from that high, it hurts. Bad.

[blackandblue9]

[finding-katherine]

I miss you so fucking much and I bet I don't even cross your mind

[finding-katherine]

It's 4.03 and I can't sleep, without you next to me I toss and turn like the sea.

"If you only knew"

[finding-katherine]

Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don’t leave me waiting One night I will be the moon Hanging over you Spilling all over your body Covering all your wounds One night I will be the star Falling where you are Swimming in the deep of my love Filling your empty heart

C.P "one night"

[genies]

the biggest disappointment in life is when good shows have a bad episode like i waited a week and u give me this shit 

[thatisnotverychanelbitch]

pretty little liars.

[finding-katherine]

Pretty little liars every week... Summer of answers my ass

[dreamingofmytc]

Me: *dreams about TC* Me: *wakes up* Me: I MUST GO BACK TO SLEEP.

[samisoffthewall]

[finding-katherine]

me: *is sad*

me: *listens to sad music and makes it worse bc go hard or go home*

[my-teen-quote]

[another-tc-story-deactivated201]

You know what hurts me the most?

Not knowing.

Not knowing what you used to think about when you saw me in the hallway. Maybe it was something like “Oh, it’s that annoying delusional girl, again”, or maybe something like “Oh, it’s her. How can beauty and intelligence blend so perfectly in one body?”. But I guess I’ll never know. It hurts me, not knowing what you used to think when your eyes met mine in class, or when you were looking for approval about something and then smiled at me. It hurts me, not knowing what goes through your beautiful mind whenever you read or hear my name. It hurts me, not knowing if you sometimes smile at the mere thought of me, like I always do when I think about you. It hurts me, not knowing if there’s something that makes you think about me. Even the dumbest thing. I don’t care, as long as I still can wander into your mind. It hurts me, not knowing if you’d like to know more about me, like what I look like in the morning when I’m still sleepy and grumpy, what I usually have for breakfast, what my worst fears are, what my dreams are, where I want to go when I feel helpless and what my favorite books and movies are. Because that is exaclty what I do every single time: asking myself lots of little things that may seem irrelevant to to others, but that I want and need to know about you. It hurts me, not knowing if you ever wonder what it would be like to kiss me and hold me in your arms. But I think that the worst part of not knowing, is not knowing if I will ever get a chance.

It’s not knowing if you and I will ever be together.