We All Love The Things That Hate Us Most.

I am lost in my mind.

Here’s a thought.

Every time I encounter someone who expresses their feelings for me through words rather than actions, run as far away as possible, and never look back. It’s a lot easier on your heart that way. Because if they truly wanted to have a piece of you, they would dive right in with actions. Lessons learned daily. Inhale the future and exhale the past. Learn to let go, and know your worth. You are not second best, nor should you ever be. When the time comes for someone to fall into place with you, it’ll happen. Because everything, everything happens for a reason. But how disgusting is it to hear someone’s feelings for you that have nothing to give to you other than providing false hope that maybe one day, just maybe, you can be someone’s everything and someone can be your everything too. Goddamn you people too. It’ll happen, until then I guess I’ll cower in my damn shell hiding away from the world and ignoring all the dumb people. I don’t reply, didn’t you know? Crazy shit happens and I lose track of where I stand with people and life carries on as always and that’s just how it goes. Like waves, tidal wave approaching, I can feel the water rising. Soon it’ll be taking me under and life will be really difficult. I hope I can make it through this alone. I’m always alone, who am I kidding. Life

My favorite line to every guy that comes into contact with me. Hello, just because you believe I’m attractive doesn’t mean you’re actually interested. Learn the difference

My favorite line to every guy that comes into contact with me. Hello, just because you believe I’m attractive doesn’t mean you’re actually interested. Learn the difference

“And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again.”

– (via dostoyevska)

I wish that I could say and do the same. Like how do you do this. Just some words mushed together to form an untrue statement of someone’s false strength to make people like me judge the “happy” mother fuckers out there, but what if they’re not real? That’s what I’m starting to think