I drove by all the places We used to hang out getting wasted I thought about our last kiss How it felt, the way you tasted And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you When he says those words that hurt you Do you need the ones i wrote you Sometimes i start to wonder was it just a lie If what we had was real, how could you be fine Cos i'm not fine at all
When you send a girl home from school because her shorts or skirt are too short, or her clothing is immodest, you are teling her that hiding her body is more important than her education. You are telling her that making sure the boys have a distraction- free learning environment is more important than her education. In a way, you're telling her that the boys are more entitled to an education than she is, and that isn't acceptable .
------------------------- I hate it when you stop being friends with someone or you break up with someone because you've got all this information about them like at the back of your mind like their birthday or their favorite food or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you'll think about that person and it's like,oh, so it never really stops and honestly it really hurts. -------------------------
I'm sensitive to the point where if you look at me strangely or don't look at me at all tell me to stop talking or don't talk to me at all ignore my text or call whether what you did was an accident or you don't even realise you did anything at all It will change my mood for the whole day and my mind will be corrupted for the whole night
Once in a while, admist all your bad days, you'll have a good day. A great day even. Make sure you remember those days. Keep them safely in the pockets of your coat or in a jar on your desk because you need to know that there are and will be better days. You need to remember how on those days you felt all warm inside, like you've just drunk a hot cup of tea. Like a small fire has ignited inside of you. Hold on to the warmth and never let it go.
I have a friend who is gay and recently we asked him what is was like to have "the conversation" with his parents, like telling them he was gay and he just said he never told them, and then he said "my brother who's straight never went to my parents and said 'hey i'm straight' so why should i do it?" and he arrived home with his boyfriend and nobody made a big deal out of it and i think it should be like that everywhere
and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer and stare a little longer because there's something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit you built a cast around your broken heart, and signed it yourself. you signed it "they were wrong"
"Look at you. You're young. You're scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralysed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen too. Play it loud as heck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realise that you can do whatever you want?" -Louise Flory
I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than i recieve. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of believing all your lies I'm tired of you proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again.