you've become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no idea how to respond

we flirted we texted we laughed we cried we stayed up just to talk to each other we said i love you now we don't talk at all

i ruin everything by caring too much and saying nothing

i hope one day, you'll realize how genuine i was, how serious i was about loving you and then you'll regret ever letting me go

im not sure what to do about you. the feeling has never stopped. i've always wanted to be with you, and i've always had a thing for you. it fades in and out, but it never really goes away

i am still silently hoping that time has made a mistake and has already reserved a moment for us to find each other again

the person i needed most taught me i need nobody

i was never good at explaining my feelings but you at least made me want to try

behind my shy, quiet, and introverted personality is just an annoying, loud person who talks nonstop about nonsense, and gets excited about the smallest things

isn't the whole point of love sticking with someone even when times get tough like, what's the point of telling someone you love them if you're going to leave them what's the point of love if you're just going to let go

i do everything i can to distract myself from all these thoughts but they still haunt my mind 24/7

no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiraling

i don't know how to do this anymore. i don't know how to get better. my head is a dark place, and it only gets worse, day by day. and i have no idea how to stop the darkness from coming in. i have no idea how to save myself anymore

i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. i cannot even explain it to myself

sometimes suffering is just suffering. it doesn't make you stronger. it doesn't build character. it only hurts

i think too much. i think ahead. i think behind. i think sideways. i think it all. if it exists, i've fucking thought of it

that guilty feeling after you tell someone something you've never told anyone before

my final act of love is staying away from you for the rest of my life

if only i wasn't afraid

i no longer hate mondays i've matured, instead i hate life