I FUCKING HATE MYSELF FOR LETTING THIS HAPPEN AGAIN
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I FUCKING HATE MYSELF FOR LETTING THIS HAPPEN AGAIN
it's weird that one person can have such an impact on you, and that one person will mean absolutely nothing to me in 5 years time. to be honest, i cannot wait for the day he means nothing to me. it'll be hard, and i keep making a fool of myself but life works in mysterious ways and everything happens for a reason. everything happens for a reason so i just need to trust that things will turn out alright. i will get through this.
Sad
my life is a lie.
It’s been almost two years, he’s with a new girl creating the future he said we would have. Now I’m just watching her have everything I ever wanted.. Him. I prayed for him, then I prayed for him to stay then finally I prayed for him to come back… Even God can’t give you everything, even though he knows he was the only pure thing I had.
(via missinyouiskillingme)
As you get older, you really start to understand more about why people drink the night away, smoke their lungs black, or throw themselves off buildings.
(via boys-and-suicide)
Thing is is that I want to message u so bad and tell u that I can't get over u. I miss u. But the thought of what u reply kills me because I know the words you'll say will destroy me once again. I'm in such a bad place right now
I wonder if guys ever looks back at the women they hurt. And feel guilty.
Memories come back but he never does…
I miss you (via lostedsoulthings)
You can try and replace me but baby you’ll never find another me, and I’m the best you were ever going to get.
B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.
(via dryyoureyes-startbelieving)
when the guy you're seeing sleeps with someone else. gd times x
I miss him more than anything in this world. I'd never go back to him he means a hell of a lot to me and all I want right now (and I may be drunk) is a cuddle from him.
“So you left me because I loved you too much? You won’t speak to me because the most poisonous thing that came off my skin was care? I loved you. I loved each and every part of you. I’m sorry I loved too much. I’m sorry I cared too much. I’m just plainly so sorry for all the fucked up things I did. But you know what I am the most sorry about? You know what makes me feel the worst? How I still love you just the same. It hurts thinking about you and looking back on what we had, it’s hell. But every day is going to get a little bit easier, at least that’s what I’m telling myself. And if that’s what it takes for me to slowly get over this I swear I will. Because I shouldn’t ever have to apologise for loving too much. There are so many people who love me and care about me and just because you don’t doesn’t mean you have the right to take away my will to love and show people how much I love them. But I am done with feeling bad for myself because of it. Because you lost someone who loved you to pieces. And what’d I actually lose? Someone who just didn’t care enough to stay.”
B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
I don’t think I’ll get over his smile. To be honest, I don’t want to.
-3 am thoughts (via suspend)
Okay. here’s how this goes now. This is where your storyline ends and mine begins. This is the part where your character loses the leading role because I got it together. This is where you stop being the star of the show. God, I don’t know how you managed to have me crying in bathroom stalls in the dark and sobbing into my friends shoulder because - god oh god oh fuck you never loved me god I knew it- but it ends now. There won’t be a drunken phone call like in the movies, there won’t be a text at 3 am asking if you miss me. Because your character is being written out of my fucking story. Do you understand me? It’s not you anymore. You’re not the leading figure. You’re not the happy ending. The only happy ending is mine, and it has me sitting on the top of the world without looking back. You’re the past. You’re the first page, an introduction, a small part of an anecdote as to how I got here and then you’re the paragraph that’s forgotten about. You’re never going be the main character anymore. That spot is reserved for me.
It’s not you anymore (via sorryalways)
But there will be always those moments where I’ll wonder about how your family is doing, what your favourite song is at the moment and who’s on your mind. But I guess that’s just the way life goes. You lose someone and you will forever be wondering whats going on in their life.
please think about me too (via byetakecare)