makes me feel alone

Call me. Call me in the middle of the night, when you can’t sleep. Call me if you’re sad and you need someone to listen to you. Call me when you need to hear someone’s voice to make you feel that you’re not alone. Call me whenever you want to talk about anything. Call me and tell me things you can’t say to anyone. Call me and i won’t hesistate to answer. I would love to hear your voice and your breathing on the other side and knowing that you are there is enough. Let’s talk ‘till we fall asleep. Just call me and i’ll always pick up the phone for you no matter what time it is.

i don’t think anyone will ever feel how i feel, they will not care about me half as much as i care about them. i love people so much it makes me sick and feel alone and cold and replaced in return.

anonymous asked:

I wanna write you a fanfic but I don't wanna disappoint

listen - if you make something for me, it is literally impossible to disappoint me. no matter the quality. the thought of someone even wanting to write me something makes me so incredibly happy because it means you’re thinking about me? and actually want to put forth the effort to write something you want me to read???? that alone makes me feel warm and fuzzy and happy inside <3 no matter if you end up writing anything or not, i promise i won’t be disappointed. and i doubt anyone else would either.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.