Look at you,
crying again.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
YOU ARE THE REASON

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@ithruthesetears
Look at you,
crying again.
But I gave you so, so many chances way back before. You let them slip off your fingers. You donāt just call me out of random like that while youāre drunk and tell me to go back to you. And Iām unsure of everything else.
It will be over soon, I promise.
No one cares if I cry at 2am wishing to die.
(via sturzpoesie IG)
I deleted all the unsent texts, the drafted status updates, ripped up the letters addressed to you, and put out the last flame of hope for us. For I came to the realization I did not want a boy who once made me feel like the world was mine and then be so quick to shatter it at my feet, I did not want a boy who spat careless comments and threw sharp words to a girl he was once so consumed with, I did not want a boy who fed me lies to keep my opinions and thoughts quiet, I did not want a boy who was unsure of his wants and needs and blamed others for his indecisiveness, I did not want a boy who did not want me. I do not need that boy back.
āI donāt even know who that boy isā (via damagedlips)
āI didnāt want to bring my regrets with me to heaven, so I stopped holding back from what the things I always wanted to do.ā
it worked out, didnāt it? everything you were worried about and fearful of? it all worked out. and if it hasnāt, it will. thatās the thing, see, in the end youāll always be happy. youāll never be confused or scared. youāre constantly on the path to figuring it out, whatever it is, even if it doesnāt feel like it.
0600
Itās 6am and here I am, sitting on the floor.
Coiled.
Thoughts are flowing, crashing in madly; like mad waves at the beach back then in hometown.
Here I am, standing on my own, facing my demons.
Accepting truths and lies,
accepting what the devil is saying,
checking in with the angel.
We cry to soothe the pain,
but I have no idea why I havenāt gone numb,
as though my heart has its way to recycle,
all of you; did I let you in too much?
I wanna go home, I wanna forget everything.
Iām not enough.
I hope it stops. I hope I stop on feeling this way. My brain literally hurts.
So tired.
Tired.
Whatever that happens, then it will happen.
Iāll be floating, letting the sea to bring me anywhere.
If itās meant to be, it will be.
Maybe Iām drifting away,
maybe Iām going somewhere else,
maybe Iām hidden,
but if Iām lost,
you can choose;
to find me or to let me be.
Ignoring me only teaches me to stay away.
Liar.