People don’t change.
Or you change, while everyone else stays the same.
Seeing something so small and fragile is terrifying and beautiful all at the same time. Knowing that we were all that innocent at one time is an insane thought. When did we all grow up?
It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
Been going through old playlists and what not. Playlists are funny, because the songs usually reflect what was going on at the time.
Man, we had a fucked up relationship.
3000 miles from home, in a city where I don’t know anyone.
This’ll be interesting.
I think you’re a shitty person.
I think you may have always been a shitty person, but I wanted to try and see the “best” in you - turns out that didn’t exist.
I think you took it all for granted, I sincerely hope you realised how much you fucked it all up.
I think you’re so shitty of a person, you don’t care how much you fucked it all up.
In one week, it will have been a year… yet I’m still writing posts about it.
I(t) hurt that much.
Let’s hope 21 treats me better, because you fucked up 20.
Who ends it on someone’s birthday?
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you
Dunno why, but you keep creeping back into my dreams.
Stop suffocating me. Breaking me in two was more than enough - I don’t need to mentally relive all of that again.