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Why did you kiss me? You cannot just start a make out session and afterwards tell me you don’t love me. You knew I was in love with you and you just messed around with my feelings. What did I deserve that for?
Excerpts of stories I’ll never finish // #160 (via storyexcerpts)
‘How do you do it? How do you just forget someone you said you loved so easily? Please explain, because I don’t understand it. One day you’re raving about how you love me so much but the next day I find out what you’ve been hiding behind my back. So please, help me understand why you would hurt someone you love.’
‘I thought it would be different. I really did. I have read so many books, seen so many shows!
Ha, they all told me that this was all meant to be.
But I was just living in fantasy. This whole time.
But of course. Why would it be real?’
“Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.”
—
Natalie Standiford,
How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)
There it is. I knew it would happen. I knew it. And yet, I didn’t prepare myself like I thought I would. I knew it would come to this so why does it feel worse than if it was anyone else? I knew it, and it still broke me.
Can I please be good enough, for once?
Sigh.
“Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.”
—
Natalie Standiford,
How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)
‘Wouldn’t you rather experience the love that goes with the pain rather than not giving it a chance in fear of getting hurt?’ He inquired, disbelief in his voice.
‘I’m sorry,’ she breathed out, ‘I rather not get hurt.’ A silent tear streamed down her cheek.
He looked at her appalled, uncertainty in his face, ‘You still look hurt right now, not giving me a chance. Even if we don’t last, why not at least be happy with me for a few months and let me show you what it is to be loved?’
-A story that will never be told.
It’s not bad to want attention. It’s not bad to want to be complimented. It’s not bad to need reassurance. It’s not vain or self centered, it’s just human.
please remember that there is a difference between the person you were and the person you are.
It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.
‘Please let me be good enough for once,’ i desperately pleaded to the void that engulfed me in the dark.
-Me
It’s as though I am nothing. I catch myself faking emotions, mid crying I start to think about how pointless it is and how bored I am of the situation but I can’t stop now because I’ve already made a big deal of it. When someone says something that’s suppose to excite me I end up giving a half smile and note how that’s ‘great news,’ with no real sentiment. Someone could be telling me something that I know means the world to them but all I can think is how I should be reacting, when to give nods and when to faint surprise or pretend to be upset. I feel as though I have no emotion, yet I know I do because I’ve cried real tears, I’ve felt emotional pain. So why do I always feel empty?
Is this how everyone feels or is there something wrong?
I tell people I don’t want help. I withdraw and say I just need space and will be better soon. I tell them I’m fine and not mad. But maybe I am a little disappointed that they don’t understand my subtle cues of wanting to be asked if I really am okay, wanting them to push to talk to me and maybe just wanting to feel needed to balance out the worthlessness that I believe to be.
Not in the right state of mind. #1
‘I’m a hopeless romantic. I fall hard and quickly!’ She sighed, her voice quivered as she continued, ‘ and I can’t tell if I just love ‘Love’ or I’m just lonely and want someone to love me.’
Living in a daydream #12
I tried not to get my hopes up whenever my phone buzzed. I tried so hard not to think but as soon as the phone rang my heart would leap with joy wishing and praying it was you. Of course it wasn’t. Why would it be?
Living in a daydream #11
No matter how hard I try I know I’ll always be second best. Never good enough or thought of. Always feeling unwanted and alone. I’ve known this my whole life so why do I still feel as though it’ll change when I’ve been proven wrong countless of times.
Living in a daydream #10
