I wish that people would stop giving me reasons not to trust them. It would be so, so much easier if people just laid out all their intentions on the table so I could just tell them upfront if I was okay with them. Or maybe if I could just read minds or tell if people were lying - that would be nice. I’m just tired of wasting my time with people who aren’t honest with me. They spend all day telling me one thing, but they mean the complete opposite. What is the point of that?
I just want to find someone who is honest with me all the time, like I am with them. I’m not afraid to say what is on my mind or what I believe - why is everyone else?
- can it just be Saturday already
- why isn’t it Saturday
- ugh this sucks
Love is the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and it is the worst. How can loving someone hurt so, so, so much?
I keep wondering if I’m in a dream. Can this be real life?
me every time i wake up: not again
Whenever someone I know dies, I just feel the same. I know that sounds terrible but it honestly doesn’t hit me, you know? That they are dead, that I won’t ever see them again. For some people - it hits them like a rock. You tell them what’s happened, they hear the words, and you can almost see the words reaching inside of them and squeezing them and hurting them. But me, I just feel the same. It’s almost as if I expect to see them where I always see them, doing what they are always doing, being who they are always being.
Only that won’t ever happen and my stupid, silly heart doesn’t know that even though my brain is reminding me over and over and over again.
What someone chooses when asked “good news first or bad new first?” tells you a lot about that person.
You are quite literally the most annoying person I have ever met, and I never want to see your face again.
environmental conditions for a feel-better fest:
- nice, warm bed
- really cold room
- my dog snoring next to me
- mug of green tea
- a copy of Will Grayson, Will Grayson
People don’t always choose to do the right thing. And when someone is hurting, that doesn’t change. It doesn’t make them a bad person, it just shows how human they are.
Aww, I said I love you to my boyfriend while he was sleeping, and he said it back! He makes my heart race, gaaaah.
i accidentally messed up my life how do i start a new account
My dad and I had a heart-to-heart today.
I started to cry the second the conversation started, and I could barely look my daddy in the eye. I had spent the past year avoiding him, avoiding telling him how his perfect, little girl had become this frightened shell of the person she used to be.