Do You Ever Look Back At Your Mistakes

there’s poetic symbolism somewhere in how our relationship didn’t work out; that you had peter pan syndrome — that you called me “home”

i can tell im healing; i’m decorating my home

they loved me, I know they did. But they didn’t respect me, and you can’t talk someone into respecting you. They either do or they don’t. And you have to have enough self-respect to leave.

ppl be like “i was a horrible friend to u, but u bringing it up makes me uncomfortable, so actually ur the bad one”

no revenge bc i was right about you the first time

i miss my sweet boy /(• ᴖ •)\

y’all i went to take a bite of a pita chip and it already had a bite out of it (it was me)

i dont understand the ppl who come home drunk and wanna fight, when i come home drunk i wanna cry, say i love you, then cry abt how much i love u

turns out my default response to anything negative is to be calm, direct, and mature and not the absolute crashout i deserve

every time i’ve made friends with people pleasers, i have never been the people getting pleased.

some of the worst people have the best lives

i’ve got emotional baggage but not like, checked baggage, more like carry-on