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THe gIRl witH ScaRs.

@depressionsucks11402-blog

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She gave up everything for you, she pushed people away for you, she treated you with respect, she loved you, she put you before anyone including herself, she chose YOU. Out of all the people in the would she chose you to be the one she would put all her love and time into, and you played her like she was a fucking game. You gave up someone that would have never given up you.

(my 7pm thoughts)

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sometimes i wish no one cared about me so that i could die and not hurt anyone by it. i just don't wanna be here anymore but i cant do that to everyone.

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I pretend that it was never good, when people ask why we ended I tell them we were just young and I was blind, that we fought more than we loved and that the entire relationship was an exhausting experience that I’m glad to be out of. But the truth is I’ve never seen another pair of eyes like yours, my mom still asks about you and I can’t seem to shake the feeling I got when I was next to you.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

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You think you get over it,” she said, “And I guess in a sense, you do.. You don’t cry yourself to sleep anymore. You’ve actually began to eat all of your dinner without feeling sick. You’re waking up without his name in your mind, you’re not starting your days off missing him anymore. You get over it, but you never get over him. It’s crazy, how you can miss someone like that, how you can go weeks, even months without thinking of their name - but the littlest thing such as a scent similar to theirs can make you feel like you’re losing them all over again.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

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“We all have a certain story that we do not share out loud because we are afraid that nostalgia will come in series of waves and drown us. We all know a certain name that we rarely mention anymore because it leaves a bitter taste in our tongue yet makes our heart skips a beat. We all know a familiar voice that is slowly fleeting into oblivion but we always hear it when their favorite song plays on the radio. Lastly, we all know a familiar face that we desperately hoped we will see every morning when we wake up but is now a part of the group of faces that we once knew and trying to forget. And for me? It’s you. It will always be you.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)