I may not be pretty or attractive or good enough, esspecially for you, but I am still a fucking person. I am not your fill in when your boyfriend’s not here, i’m not going to sit around and wait for you to notice that i’m upset because, being honest, you wont. I’m not your toy…i have fucking feelings. Surprise.
(Source: apoligies-and-autosomes)
I care too much about people.
No one gives two fucks about my feelings.
Anytime I achieve a goal there is always someone there to make me feel like shit.
Whenever I want someone or something so bad, it turns for the worst, and normally I can’t do anything about it.
I just want to give up…
(via genimari)
(Source: dr-ank, via starvedpsyche)
(Source: oldlovedoesntrust)
Not that it matters anymore, but it’s just so strange to me how something that was once so important to me faded to nothing. Change is inevitable. I’m forgetting everything. It’s all slipping away, your smell, the feel of your hands, the way you walk. But change is okay. Good things will only last so long. And new things will come.
I’m happier now.
…until you find out you never really knew them at all.
People come and go out of your life; this is a sad but true fact that we must all accept. People you once loved become strangers you once kissed. Old friends become people you once shared laughter with. And then they become a fraction of the…
(Source: herecomethe-sun)
(Source: staypozitive, via imperfectionisindividulaity)
(Source: staypozitive, via imperfectionisindividulaity)
hope.
(Source: staypozitive)
(Source: findbeautyin-everything, via imperfectionisindividulaity)
(Source: staypozitive, via imperfectionisindividulaity)
