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I don’t want to care. If I care about things, it’ll just be worse, it’ll just be another thing to worry about. It’s less painful if I don’t care.

Someone who has been emotionally abused will:

The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.

You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.

When I talk about bad habits people think I mean my actions how I forget to floss sometimes and stay up late when I could already be asleep But my worst habits aren’t the way I bite my lip when I’m nervous or pull at my hair when I’m stressed my worst habits are choosing sadness, even when it’s sunny outside feeling lonely surrounded by crowds my worst habits are thinking of you again when I see someone with the same sweater  and drowning in thoughts I should get rid of my worst habits are the ones in my head

Sometimes people leave when they promised they wouldn’t, And sometimes you never feel better, no matter how many times they promised you would, And sometimes the girl you swore you’d stay best friends with, walks past you in the corridor without even batting an eyelid, Sometimes people get tired of your sadness, even though they told you they’d always be there when the nights got tough, Sometimes he never does call you back, or if he does it’s always that bit too late, And sometimes things just don’t work out, no matter how many times you promised you would fight till the end, I guess what I’m trying to say is that; It’s easy to promise the world until it comes crashing down,

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

allow me to weave my story into yours. let our tales grow so incredibly tangled that one cannot read one of my chapters without learning of you.

5:00 am and I am still here, sitting in my room, under my blanket covers 5:00 am and I am still thinking about you With my 3rd cup of coffee, my hands wrapped around it, feeling the warmth Staring at the computer screen, thinking of what I would say to you if I ever got the chance 5:00 am and I cannot sleep, and neither do I want to 5:00 am and I am still in love with you

I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.