Just stop lying about how you live your life. I know for a fact that you don’t drink, smoke, nor have you had sex. Trust me, I’ve known you long enough to know all this. You’re my best friend and knowing you, I know you couldn’t even stand one sip of alcohol, one minute of sex, and you cant stand being around smoke. So stop presenting a totally different image of yourself.
One day, I’ll meet someone
who appreciates me for all the little things you found irritating about me. Who’ll want me just as I am, the way you didn’t think was good enough for you. One day I’ll make someone happy and you’d think back and regret why you didn’t notice me when you had me.
XXV: Wasted thoughts. →
Do you know how stupid I feel always thinking of you? I would’ve thought by now I would have moved on.. but my dumb attached self didn’t. I know you don’t think of me, I know you don’t miss me, I know you don’t care, but I do. I know I’m wasting my time. I wish you didn’t have such an impact on…
I guess I was never important to you.
The way you tend to blow me off, always come up with stupid excuses, and how you’re always saying all the same shit to other people. Yeah, don’t say that I’m important to you when in reality, I’m not.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
(via epicskittlez)
I miss you. I miss you a lot. I miss talking to you. I miss rereading... →
I miss you. I miss you a lot. I miss talking to you. I miss rereading our conversations the night after, smiling. I miss waking up and talking to you. I miss our late night conversations. I miss calling you babe. I miss it all. I hate that you’re not mine. I hate how things turned out. I hate that I miss you. I hate that you seem perfectly fine. I tried. I thought I was fine. I thought I could forget about you, about what we had. Well I was wrong. How could I forget about something, someone that made me so happy? I can’t. “You can do so much better” they said. I don’t want better. I want you. You made me happy.
(via patrick-)
Falling for your best friend.
Sometimes, it could be seen as a good thing. You actually like someone that you can trust, tell anything to, and that you’re really close to. But then again, it could be bad. You don’t want to risk your whole friendship with one little “I like you.” It might make things awkward. All you can do is keep your feelings inside and let it continue to grow.
Are you happy now?
Are you glad that you broke my heart? Glad that I can’t trust anyone close to me? Glad that I can’t open up to anyone? Glad that I can’t be happy? Glad that I push those who care about me? Well are you? Because that’s what you’ve done, it’s all thanks to you.
(via ohmyitsnaanncy)
Thanks for breaking my heart.
I actually thought you cared about me; I felt accepted for once because of you. Were all of the things you said lies after all? Well, there’s nothing I can do about it anymore. I hate your guts so much right now, but I know that I could never really come to “hate” you. Deep down inside, there’s a part of me that still likes you even though you’ve hurt me.
(via ohmyitsnaanncy)
I like you, but you like her.
So what’s the point of telling you how I feel when I already know you don’t feel the same way for me. It hurts. I wish you noticed my feelings. The way you feel for her is how I feel for you.
(via ohmyitsnaanncy)
