It’s naturally explainable that sad teens fall in love with alcohol, drugs, self destruction and cigarettes. All they want is to feel good, but all they got is unfair suffering.

what to say to someone who says sorry a lot

Can someone explain to me how a person has the audacity to tell another person that they have feelings for them, start a relationship and then all of a sudden leave and act as if nothing happened? That all of a sudden they lost feelings. I just don’t understand.

I wish I was good enough

Loving you taught me that you could give somebody your all, and it still won’t be enough for them to stay.

The hardest part about moving on is having to accept the fact you are no longer mine. Frankly, my dear, the thought of you being with someone else kills me. Some other girl will get to moan your name, and feel your touch, and leave their marks upon your back, and it’s not fair. Why does she get to wake up next to you and taste your lips when I’m the one who loves you and you’ve just met? You will hold her like you held me. You will talk to her like you talked to me. You will look at her like you looked at me. You will grab her hips, bite her lips, pull her hair, kiss her, grope her breasts, finger her, fuck her, moan for her. And as you hold her close, hold her close to your heart that once beat with mine and take her in every position imaginable to every inch of the room you were supposed to share with me, I will have realized that I am nothing. All of it meant nothing to you, and I was nothing, nothing, nothing. No one particular and not any more special than the girl responsible for the pleasure you’re feeling throughout your entire body. And darling, you have every right. You have every right to fuck every girl in the bar. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to crush my brain with a bullet, with a hammer, with anything to make the images stop. Stop. There are too many vivid pictures inside my head of you being with someone else in bed. And here I am on the bathroom floor choking on all my mistakes, and vomiting out all of my fears.

How many times is it gonna take? How many times are you gonna hurt me before I finally stop loving you? How much more are you going to break me before I realize that you are poison going into my bloodstream?

I hope that someday you realize your actions mean something and when you have somebodies life in your hands you can’t just decide you’re bored of it or you don’t feel like it anymore and pretend everything that ever happened was a lie. I hope that someday you realize no relationship and no girl is ever going to be ‘perfect’ for you because life and love is messy and tough and although you shouldn’t settle for someone that doesn’t make you happy, understand that you’ll never be happy all the time and expecting a girl to make you that is pointless. I hope that someday you realize all couples will have fights, yes some more than others but you have to look closer and see whether you’re willing to lose someone just because you disagree about some things. Some people really are worth fighting for. I hope that someday you realize you are so worthy of love and happiness and you aren’t a terrible person, you just made some wrong choices. I hope whoever you fall in love with next treats you right and makes you happier than I ever did. And if they do I hope you don’t throw that away too.