This hoe tried my life TWICE
·well I cheated on you and dated her and stuff but whatever I hope you forgive me and we can be friends. I tried and it was hard “OMG YOU PLAY GAMES TOO MUCH”
·well I was talking to my ex while we were dating and unsure about how I felt about her but I kept talking to her anyway yolo but I swear I don’t like her babe I just want to watch sunsets with her
*time passes and two broken hearts later* Oh I like her but yolo lets still be friends. Its hard for me so I get “I TOLD YOU YOURE PLAYING GAMES WITH ME”
…literally coming from the biggest cheater/player I personally know
This girl needs jesus
LIKE HOW AM I PLAYING GAMES EVEN OMG I AM DEALING WITH HEARTBREAK AND ALL YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IS POINT FINGERS
You know the feeling when your heart clenches up and its really hard to breathe. I hate it and I didnt want to feel it.
Wow I really hate feeling unwanted I mean goddamn.
My insides hurt. My throat burns.
There goes my heart
Is the feeling of defeat never ending
Strange how little things can hurt your feelings. It’ll be fleeting, a little pinch to the heart but you’re left kind of breathless anyway.
Late night thinking. I like the girl I dream myself to be. Ever-changing. I like the facade I give off. Unapproachable. Knowing. I like being intelligent and beautiful. I like that I seem different than how I am. I like that I don’t attract everyone like flies because it’s a nice feeling to know that only a few people know how I really am. That I seem stuck up, but I’m actually so sweet, for example. I think of all of my friends as people that are so special to me. I just wish I could tell them more. Sometimes I just say, “im very happy we’re friends” and I get a look or an awkward laugh. But I mean all of the things I say. I wish I could show my friends how much I appreciate them. It makes me want to craft things for them again.
Also, I’ve been strangely excited. But it’s like a muted, buzzing excitement. I’ve been allowing myself to let go of this ball of stress I’d been attaching myself to. I’ve built myself a world of “what ifs”. Im letting myself dream again and it’s making me feel so good again! Its the liveliness I felt months ago. Like, at night I’ll just think of the tattoos I want. Or poems I write. Or leaving the make up on my face, saying fuck it and maybe it’ll be the last time. I just. Feel nice. I don’t feel attached, or stuck even. Or swallowed in a pit of unrequited love. I’m just content. I’m alive.