i’ve been on tumblr for 2 years today and i’m so grateful for all the wonderful people i’ve met along the way!!! i’ve grown a lot since the summer of 2015 (or at least i hope so) and that couldn’t have been without your love, and i really want to say thank you to everyone for everything that’s happened. i’m happy that i translate for 2 fy blogs and that i run a network for my favourite favourite boy, and i’m happy that 7 thousand lovely people looked at me and decided they wouldn’t mind seeing me on their dash, and i’m happy that i found such a comfortable way to be part of this fandom. school and dance have kept me really busy the past few months and i apologize for not being as active as before, but i promise i’m not going anywhere in the near future, and until forever i’m team exo ♡
My friends know me as an impatient person, but for you, I try to be patient. So patient that sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind because of it.
A word from you is all I need right now. I never ask much from you. Never. A simple text to let me know that you’re alive and well, that you’ve been taking care of yourself is what I need. It’s going to put my mind at ease even if it’s just for a little while.
If you could just spare a moment of your time to read my text and let me know how you’ve been, that would be really nice. That’s enough to be a birthday present, actually. A birthday that I’m not even sure you would remember. But you do, right? Right?
Just, talk to me. Let me know if you’re busy, so busy that you can’t be on the phone that much. Let me know so I don’t have to wait days and nights for you to text me back or come over. Let me know. You promised you would let me know.
Now I don’t even know if you’re reading this, but if you do… Text me, call me , or just do something to let me know how you’ve been. I’m tired of texting you without getting a single reply of it for the past few weeks.
Never thought I’d be this desperate, but gosh, it’s been weeks since the last time we talk, and right now, they way you act makes me wonder if you ever care about me or if there is ever a relationship between us, if the past five months ever means something to you. Because right now to me, it seems like you’ve been stringing me along and I’m just waiting for you to cut the rope and let me fall.
I’m trying to be patient. I really am. But I’m a human too, and honestly I don’t know how long I can do this anymore.
(aka where I write Harry Styles fan fiction based on my 6-month shitty relationship)