Have you ever wanted to erase the past so badly that you’d be okay with losing your memory altogether?
—  another-broken-hello

To the kids who stare blankly at empty screens where text messages and emails should be,

To the kids who hear time and time again that they’re not alone but you’re drowning in the overwhelming feeling that you are, in fact, alone,

To the girls who are called fat and ugly because you’re not a size zero and your face isn’t perfectly symmetrical,

To the boys who have your masculinity questioned constantly because you care about more than just sports and sex,

To the kids who have learned to feel ashamed of the color of your skin or the way your facial structure is laid out,

To the kids who worry constantly about what tomorrow holds because for you it’s more than a math test or facing your crush,

To the kids who are called ugly, faggot, loser, retarded, fat, worthless, unwanted, unloved,

I love you. And that’s just one more reason to keep going.

No tienes idea de cómo me gustas... Me gustas como para besarte por horas. Me gustas como para abrazarte hasta quedarme sin fuerzas. Me gustas para recargarme en tu pecho y escuchar el ritmo de tu corazón. Me gustas como para hacer todas esas cosas que siempre quise hacer pero nunca me atreví. Me gustas para ser uno solo. Me gustas para hacerte feliz.
I fell in love with you, but you don’t love me back. I don’t know what to do anymore. I live for you. Every morning I wake up, for you. I laugh for you, I smile for you, I do my best, for you. But I guess everything I did, for you, wasn’t good enough. Now I have two choices, I can give up and have my love for you die with me, or I can try harder to make you find some interest in me. Right now, one of those choices is more appealing than the other.
—  i’m thinking i should just give up