The more I sit I don’t know what to say. Because I know how it ends. It ends in heartbreak and it ends in me being alone again. Rather than sitting here and doing it again I want to run away.
God it’s so cold in here.
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The more I sit I don’t know what to say. Because I know how it ends. It ends in heartbreak and it ends in me being alone again. Rather than sitting here and doing it again I want to run away.
God it’s so cold in here.
There’s a reason the rear view mirror is so small compared to your windshield.
Glance back but move forward.
Stop looking for what you want in every little thing. If it was so easy to find you wouldn’t be looking for it. Let it come find you.
I’m sure that the insects that crawl around on the trees in the forest love the tree for what it has and what it is. The tree is a home.
Is it too much to think that the tree might care for the bug as well?
Sometimes it’s days like these that I need.
Are you the person you want to be?
i live my life afraid that if i weren’t me i’d be disappointed by the sight of me sitting at the dinner table
I’ve heard that people pass on mannerisms to others that they love and it makes me wonder what part of me has been given to someone else. I hope that people have felt loved and wanted to take part of me with them. But the thing is…
I’m afraid that the amount of love that I show to other people is more than I’ll ever receive. It’d be nice to know that someone other than my family cared but I feel like I can’t just ask them if they do or else …
I’d feel like a pussy if I asked for help with the things I struggle with sometimes. I want to be more of a people person but I don’t know if I can tell the difference between the types of love and makes me feel like a creep to think about my friends once in a while and be jealous that they might have fun without me. But I understand that we all have separate lives and…
I happen to spend most of my time alone. I’m terrible at making friend but pretty good at remembering names. How ironic.
I want the type of love where I don’t have to question if I love them more or where I won’t feel like a loser for asking for help and to be able to be by myself and not feel guilty for feeling a little jealous.
I want to someone to dance like I dance, have quirks like me, to know that love is there but I think I already missed the chance.
Sometimes I wake up thinking about her and it feels like.
Not like something it just feels like.
A mix of emotions ranging from anger and love which just amalgamated into some gross emotion that feels like.
I’m learning to be happier by myself but sometimes I think it might be nice to come home to somebody. Home being a wretched dorm with a roommate but nonetheless I feel the same.
The world is so beautiful.
Even from this tiny room staring at the wall the world is beautiful.
I think of how kind the world has been to me.
I scold it for giving me the bad parts too.
It apologizes for what it can
but
then
we
move
on.
I loved her and the missing her makes it even worse. I miss her hand in mine. The way we laid in each other’s arms listening to her breath. The way our bodies fit together like a puzzle piece.
I love her
but
then
i
move
on.
My parents did their best to raise me for which I am entirely grateful. I was raised to be kind, know and show love, and even when I made mistakes to learn and go at it again. I was raised to be afraid of my mother raising her voice and how it made me feel.
I get mad thinking about the life I could have had
but
then
I
move
on.
HELP !SOS! IMMEDIATE ATTENTION
one day your going to wake up and realize that those people that you hate that you’ve got grudges against. you’re going to realize that it hurts because you realize that they made you feel happy for a bit during this sad excuse of a life and then you’ll realize that you would never hate people for making you be happy and you’ll be glad that at least you met them.