I’ve been thinking a lot lately and I’ve realized something. I’ve never had a real relationship. I’ve truly loved, but I don’t believe anyone has truly loved me. I don’t know what it’s like to have someone that’s worried about YOUR happiness rather than there’s all the time. I don’t know what it’s like to have someone just believe I’m the most beautiful girl. I’ve never had that. I’ve only had my body used and my feelings and heart abused by guys that couldn’t give a shit. they make me believe that they do and I fall for it. but it ends up the same way everytime. me, hurt. them, fine. Realizing this has really made me feel down on myself. what’s wrong with me? why can’t I be happy with someone who’s truly happy to be with me too? why can’t I have someone who’s proud to call me theirs? who wants to tell everyone about me, who wants to take pictures with me and bring me my favorite food? why can’t I have any of that? why me
I have bullshitted my way through almost two decades of life
(via breakingthegirll)
I wish I could relive this night forever, can’t believe it’s all about to be over.
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like are you okay
(via dingyfeathers)
"Avoid hurting the hearts of others, the poison of your pain will return to you." by Native American Code of Ethics (via dundermiflin)
(Source: rasputin, via dundermiflin)
