#at skyfall

no, i’m not taking constructive criticism right now

So, while listening to what is one of the best, and saddest, songs in the world entitled Skyfall, I remembered that the one person who inflicted the worst emotional pain EVER was the person that who I considered my best friend. So many times have the words ran through my head. It's horrid because we were amazing friends. We talked EVERY day. The day everything fell to pieces was one of the worst days I have ever encountered. I died that day. Really, I did. It wasn't a literal death, obviously. But I never recovered from what I lost that day. It made me question myself and I indulged in some rather dark habits and my level of motivation just fell to nothing. So from that day I said that people don't matter, never invest the same amount of love and affection again. Well I did, twice. Pretty Boy, which again ended in failure, but on a less spectacular level, and the other, but by far the best, is the most beautiful girl in the world. In case you are wondering, the words that were said to me were: "You try so hard to live up to this stereotype that any line between you and it are so convoluted that nobody knows what to say or think".