MOTHER EFF! YOU MUST BE JOKING, TO THINK I TRUSTED YOU.
SPARE ME WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, TELL ME A LIE.
Feeling just a little spiteful. Sure he’s said that its not that type of breakup, but I’m having trouble believing it. Recently, his words never really meshed with his actions.
Have come to the realisation that no matter how low the numbers on the scale go, my face will always look fat in photos.
I am not myself. Without you, I am miserable at best. I forget what laughter feels like. I am reluctant to smile; to hope. I am not myself, no not at all.
22 hours and 16minutes…
Who did you go home with last night? =/
Just don’t forget who you claim to be in love with tonight.
People ruin everything.
What I am unable to unerstand is how you are unable to put aside your anger or resent for just a moment when you can see the one that you supposedly “love” is hurt or in pain. I can do it. I do it a lot. I guess its what happens when you care too much for another person.
Over for the third time in six months. I don’t know what to do or say. I’m glad that at least this time, there’s a sense of closure. A reason for everything. A proper, honest discussion of expectations, fears, hopes, dreams and the relationship as of now.
Best friends. Its never sounded so bitter before. I guess its the thought of what is was and what it could be. I don’t know if it’ll ever feel right as just “friends”, but it’ll have to do.
I need to sort out my priorities. I thought I had all of this under control, but it seems to just be the same shit all over again. I have a feeling I will eventually be dropping out, or part timing due to … confusion, anxiety and I don’t know what else.
