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It's getting harder to deal with the suffering I see every day.
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I think the worst part of my last breakup was the realization I couldn't trust her with my heart. I loved her, and she was wonderful to me, but I wouldn't dare betray my intuition.
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I've tried my best to communicate to people how I feel in the ways I know, it's a bummer that it usually doesn't work.
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I just try to count my blessings and move on. I want to give the world more than it gave me. I've seen the beauty on the other side, it's wonderful.
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I've been having flashbacks for the past 2 hours. The pain is unbearable. I don't want to deal with this anymore. Nobody cares. I think the worst part is that I'd never dare kill myself, I'd rather be a burden over dead.
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Nobody can care about me for too long, I won't let them.
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I am called a dog because I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals.
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