it's probably not okay that i still sleep in your shirt now that you hardly talk to me. but there must be a reason you don't take it back everytime i offer
i don't hate you, i'm just disappointed you turned into everything you said you'd never be
I don’t know if I'm getting over you, or just getting used to the pain
I just can't erase you from my past. I just can't delete you from my mind. All I can do is say gooodbye, I can't pretend we were never here. I can't fake like it didn't hurt when you disappeared. I refuse to use a fake old grin, but then again, I'll never win. I can't pretend that I don't care, I can't pretend that you're near. So I guess all I can do is just pretend to say goodbye
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes. I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. I’ve learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others; they are more screwed up than you think. I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon, and all the less important ones just never go away.
Seems like we just got started. Then before you knew it, the times we had together were gone.
you say you don't know what you want. But i think the truth is that you're afraid of what I could give you. of how great we could be. because when you look me in the eyes, and kiss me hard, pushing me into your mattress, it sure as hell isn't confusion i see.
Every day people look at me and they see someone strong
but say his name to me and you’ll find out strength is just an illusion.
i'm deleting your number from my phone with the hope that one day i won't have it memorized
the air around me fades to black, taking my senses but leaving all thought. reality and imagination are far too pronounced, so please spare me the bad news for tonight
making love was never about you and me in a bed; we made love whenever we held hands.
If I'm out of time & I could pick one day, one moment and keep it new, of all of the days I have lived - I would pick the day I met you.
She'll be the first to admit that she's not perfect. Her life's a wreck, & the only thing holding her up is the hope that it'll get better. She's got some friends who would die for her, & she has friends that would kill her, given the chance. She has the mental stability of a psychiatric patient, & the constant drama that surrounds her doesn't help. Sh e's lost all of the people she depended on, whether it be death, or betrayal. Despite everything that has happened to her, the reason she keeps hanging on is the hope that it will all get better and guess what. it does
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