nope i still love her…
no, there isn’t anyone like you.
everyone is a waste of time; at most a sense of momentary happiness
no one can replace you in my heart, but maybe this is meant to be…
maybe we just need to accept heartbreak
and instead of picking up the pieces and putting them together in the same way, we need to adjust it
cut it, let it bleed and build a new heart with the same desires but without pain
why am i so out of it?
it seems to me that i’m not even your friend
i can’t help but think that you three still phone, but i’m not worth it anymore
why has it come to this?
i can’t take it anymore
it’s like along with you your friends have left me too
wow, i am so fucking surprised and pissed
a fucking party with alcohol.
who the fuck are you?
“not planning to stay too late”
how the fuck is past 12 not late?!
ARGH
what the hell are you doing there?
you don’t belong.
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha fuck him and him and him and him and her and her and every single one of your friends
i hate them all
they, collectively, stole you away
or maybe i’m just dense
i always seem to notice things too late and then fuck myself over
you didn’t seem like the type of person to move on so fucking quickly
without a hint
you
i really hate how you make me feel
i don’t know what to say to you and i don’t know how to make you happy
and it really doesn’t seem like i matter even a little bit to you
why is that?
and i can’t stop myself from talking to you because you’re the only thing i look forward to in life
and i know there really isn’t anything left to look forward to
but i still hope
i still love you
i just don’t think i can take any more of this shit
stop treating me like i don’t matter
i think i deserve better than this but i’m not sure anymore
dream
random snippets
HOPE
we can still be siblings
(LOLOLOL WTF HOW WEIRD AM I SUBCONSCIOUSLY)
but like, when i woke up,
i was genuinely sad.. o_o
need me like i need you
i want you to use me
i would much rather feel that pain than this pain
because then you might actually need me
i don’t know how to talk to you
it’s hard to pretend everything is okay because it isn’t.
i miss you, and you know it.
i don’t know how i used to talk to you, before everything started
and that hurts