Nothing changes. It’s just the same shit over and over and over and over and over.
i have always been too much for someone or not enough. i’m either too loud or not loud enough. i am a walking contradiction. a full glass or an empty one. there is no balance in me. tell me, what made you leave? my devastating fire or my lack of heat?
- l.r // i am never half empty
“Honestly, I think the saddest sound ever is the crack in someone’s voice when they’re on the verge of tears.”
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“You don’t know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”
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“I don’t want to go through another phase in my life where I have to tell someone how they should treat me.”
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“The worst pain is getting hurt by someone you explained your pain to.”
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“Have you ever been so sad that you just want to be left alone, but at the same time you wish there was someone who you can talk to?”
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“Why am I stressing myself over someone who doesn’t even ask me if I’m okay?”
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“Sometimes you just have to be done. Not mad, not upset. Just done.”
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“I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”
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The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make a noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart‘s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.