GABRIEL. UGH MY FEELS I CANT EVEN. Do I like him or what god after running into him FOUR times in great america I think I do
when you told me
that you’d take me out
if we ever met again
then we’d go out in a field of grass
and stare at the stars?
on the last day I saw you,
you looked me in the eyes
I love you?
Well guess what;
after a year of not seeing you,
i can finally say
that I love you too.
I always have.
So, haha, it’s over. Officially. I told you about everyone in my life that hurt me. I didn’t know it’d be you that hurt me the most. I don’t love you. I’ll never ever love you again. You told me you loved me. Well, way to show your love. I’m too young for this anyways. I am done, done with this love thing. I’m never taking anything seriously again. You changed me. You made me learn that people like you..are a waste of time and tears. So from the very honest bottom of my heart, fuck you.
Stop making promises and failing to stick to them. Stop lying to me, stop hurting me, just stop. You promised. A whole bunch of times, too. And you always break them. Maybe this is the end of us. I don’t want your lies.
No, I don’t have a certain ‘theme’. I reblog what I want and what I like wherever and whenever and if you dont like it you can go look for my fucks they’ve been missing lately
I just want you to know that it was so, so hard to do what I just did. But I did it for the best, because I love you so much. You might understand, you might not. But I don’t know what to do anymore. I love you so much. That won’t change. And because of that, I’m letting you go.
- *me late at night*
- me: i'm going to start going to the gym
- me: i'm going to start eating a balanced diet
- me: i'm going be more sociable and try harder to make plans
- me: i'm going to be a doctor
- me: i'm going to invent the cure for cancer
- *me in the morning*
- me: i cant
- me: get
- me: out
- me: of
- me: bed hELp
when you are so desperate you go to the second page of google results
I love him. In every possible way. No one would understand us. But I love him. He loves me. That’s all that matters.
When something’s wrong,
I pretend that everything is okay , even when people tell me they notice somethings bothering me . It takes awhile for me to choose if I want to talk about what happened or not . But other than that , “no , I’m ok” is all I can say . And most of the time I keep it to myself , but later on , it gets brought up again .
I came home wanting to die.