And that’s the difference between me and you. I would lay it all on the table and give you whatever you needed even if it meant hurting myself in the process but you only cared about the bare minimum: what made you happy and what didn’t inconvenience you.

Why? //n.b (via 21silverlinings)

No matter how hard I try to be happy. You are always there to show me how fucked up I am. No matter how hard I try to feel pretty. You’ll always be prettier. You’re taking over everything I thought was mine.