i miss having the feels. I miss that feeling my body and my soul. now we are never gonna see each other again :/ life sucks sometimes
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i miss having the feels. I miss that feeling my body and my soul. now we are never gonna see each other again :/ life sucks sometimes
sad about the memories
sometimes I just I could just talk to you again
life was so good, easy and sweet
I wish timing worked out better
I liked you so much
did I make it that easy to walk away
is anyone else insecure as hell and seriously worried that no one will ever fall in love with them or is that just a me problem
If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than a statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time cease to react at all.
Yogi Bhajan (via awelltraveledwoman)
me: [doesnt get attention for fifteen seconds]
me: [drapes self over the lounge] it is fine. i am Okay. i suppose it is simply my destiny to die alone. Abandoned. Without a soul in the world to care for me. [delicately wipes a glistening tear from my eye] i'm not bothered. i Understand why you all Hate Me and wish me dead. after all, maybe it is all for the best....... [i stare forlornly into the middle distance, allowing my limbs to go slack as i lie back and wait to wither away, ignored forever]
by Sarah Andersen
I’ve always been pretty. Even typing those words sounds fake. Almost as if I don't fully believe them. When I was younger my mom raved over my beauty. She would always stress to me how beautiful I was. Soon it became engraved in my identity. I was beautiful, pretty, cute. But when I looked in the mirror I didn't see that beautiful girl. The person I Saw looking back wasn't pretty, she had pimples masked by makeup and a slightly chubby face. But i was told again and again I was beautiful. Whenever I got attention for my looks I would become incredibly insecure and it made me want to hide. I was pretty, but I never felt pretty enough. Boys would hit on me, but it would never be enough. The more attention I got for my looks, the more i craved it.
Brain: If you're not someone's favourite they don't like you at all
Me: That is literally not how it works
Brain: Okay but what if it is
i miss the way you made me feel