I'm Slowly Giving Up

yeah sex is nice, but when you haven’t been held in months sex isn’t what you miss the most

Everything that is happening at this moment is a result of the choices you’ve made in the past.

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

So for a moment, I believed. In him. In myself. In us. I believed he would stay. But just like I said; he was a hurricane, and those always quickly disappear leaving a mess behind. Now my heart is broken, but oh, it was so worth it. He was my hurricane. And I was his mess.

I don’t want to have a headache every time I’m in the same room as you, and I don’t want to feel sick when I hear someone else say your name.

I’ve given my time to too many people who didn’t even deserve a second.

As you get older, you really start to understand more about why people drink the night away, smoke their lungs black, or throw themselves off buildings.

But the sad truth is that people get tired of always picking up after you. They get tired of always having to reassure you that you’re beautiful. They get tired of always trying to make you feel better. People get tired of other sad people, and that sucks because no one wants to be too much to love.

but do you know what’s hard? waking up when you’re falling apart.