Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can't be happy with myself, then nobody will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me even more paranoid. It's a cycle, insecurity, unconfidence, and difference. it's all a cycle and it's destorying me.
there are two types of crushes: 1. a casual crush, you look at them and you’re like “wow you’re pretty cute i’d like to get to know you better” 2. absolutely, undeniably head over heels oh my god are you kidding me you are perfect wow i’m literally going to rethink every conversation we’ve ever had for the next 9 hours of my life please love me there is no in between
baby, you broke me. i've never hiit so hard. i thought i'd get over this, but it turns out i can never get over it. you made me so happy, the stars aligned for once. my frown turned upside down, but you made it turn back into the frown. i loved you so much, and i hope you know that. but we have to move on sometime and somehow, maybe it's not gonna be today, but it's gonna be one day, and that day honey, I'll cry you a river. I'll remember everything. The way you teased me in a friendly way, the way you used to look at me, the ways you made me smile, and that you cared about me. But honey, that's all gonna be gone. The memories. The facts. Because what replaces the memories and the facts are the rumours. The rumours will be spread through out the school, and then I'll want to hide from everything, because baby, You'll tell them every detail, the way we texted, the way we made each other laugh. You'll spill everything. Then, I'll end up crying, maybe even trying to leave the school, because you were the one who made my days when my friends made me upset or when I had a bad test score, you'd show me yours, and I'd feel smarter. You made me feel all these emotions, you were my sun, you were my earth, and you'll never know the ways I loved you, no. But guess what? The bridges are burned and now it's your turn to cry me a river.
have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone's status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn't want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It's almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your entire day.
I will always remember how our friend ship started. I commented on your page saying how I loved your layout and your quotes. We started talking for a while after that, and in two months, you ended up being the bestest friend I've ever had.