I’m a fucked up person in a seriously horrid way. Because when the person who I love cried for me, I couldn’t make myself say one of the hundreds of things that I needed to, like I love you, or I’m sorry, or stay. I just sat there, blank-faced, mouthing opening and closing like a fish, internally screaming at myself for not letting those words come out of my mouth.
Only as Good as They Made Me (via stories-i-will-never-write)




















