It was my fault you turned this way, it always was my fault. I've never been this angry, hurt, disappointed. I've never cried this hard. Because its easy for you. I'm someone who don't take things seriously and i guess that's the problem. How can i take things seriously if I'm imprisoned? I'm already hurt on the inside and now i have literally nothing left except all the tears i kept in. I'm that pathetic. For once in my life I've never been so sure. So sure that you're not someone i want to be with, not someone who can make me happy. You're not someone who i can even trust. I absolutely see no reason for me to stay anymore. Nothing can change that. To think that for a split second i wanted to give you a chance. Fuck that. Fuck everyone who tells me i can change you. Only God can, and im not God. I don't deserve this. It will get better Nafilah Saniff.
today i heard 2 kids talking about buying fake IDs after school and so i started eavesdropping cuz u know thats big kid stuff and then one was like “yeah but is all this really worth it like im pretty sure the fake IDs cost more than the fish we r gonna buy”
Apart from the constant “feed me, I’m hungry” i don’t expect much out of anything or anyone. Except maybe a little respect. A listening ear? Maybe someone who i can rely on? Or maybe someone who will look at just me only me? Or someone who would actually treat me like I’m a soft delicate tofu even though i act like a male? Or maybe just someone who would understand me?
And for once i thought i found him. Who am i kidding?
Don't worry about her. She might be hurting, she might be in pain, she might be overwhelmed, she might be stressing, she might be depressed, she might be balling her eyes out, she might be feeling hopeless, she might be feeling sad, she might be feeling weak, she might be feeling like she'll never love anybody else again, but you know what? In the end, she's gonna be alright. She knows it's definitely over with you this time and she also knows you guys will never be able to make things work again, but that's okay, because it may not seem like it to her now, but she'll be fine without you one day. One day, she'll be able to think of you and not feel a thing. One day, she'll be able to see your name and not get the urge to talk to you. One day, she'll look at old pictures of you two and not miss her relationship with you. One day, she'll be able to look at you and not want to break down and cry.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via thatkindofwoman)
“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”—Chester Bennington (via oceaniceyes)