I do not need or want you to prop me up, be my crutch or my training wheels. I’d rather try on my own and fall over and over again than never be the sole cause of my success.
aw boys who are cute to you I forgot what this was like cause most guys are straight up like “lets bang” and I’m soooo over it
late night conversations go alright with me (:
I can’t sleep and I know this is all because I’m sinking again but I refuse to throw myself into that ditch.
I’m going to keep eating healthy and keep working out and not let this get the best of me.
gonna go north for a while and get out of this town.
last time I checked you were an asshole to me and made me feel like shit so why the sudden change hey? I don’t like how you make me feel about myself and I don’t want to be around you. go away.
I hate myself for loving you and I need you to know that you broke my heart over and over even if I never have the courage to tell you.
god I’m so tired of feeling like this let it all end please
I miss feeling like someone loves me.
because lately it’s kind of hard to even figure out who does.
him: you never ask me anything about myself!
me: hey what are you up to?
And still no reply hours later.
You wonder why I stopped asking you things, cause you freaked when I tried to check the time on your phone, you couldn’t tell me how old your sister is, and whenever I ask what you’re doing or how your day was, the answer is either one-worded or there isn’t one.
If you’re not my boyfriend, you’re not fucking me or holding my hand or doing anything with me.
so hey here’s one guy being sweet to me while I angrily blog about another guy being a total asshole.
the world is stupid. much like me.
god I am not even sure if I’m going to kill myself or not I keep joking about it but it is seeming more and more like a good idea.
god damn it, seriously? why?