I'll never understand
Why it kills people to make others happy. To admit the sweet things people would like to hear, things that make our worlds go 'round. Do they think it’ll make them look weak? Scared that they’ll know you love them and you can’t leave them hanging on a string? That they’ll think they’ve got you and can treat you like shit? That’s not life. That's torture, and you'll lose out on real things. Love is a huge part of life, people should get use to it and remember how to show it. I’ll never understand.
















