M.

“We can’t be friends, not because we are exes, but because you hurt me too much. Because you didn’t even care that you hurt me. Because you still don’t care. You may have thought that saying less when you left would do less damage, but you were wrong. You left me so hurt and so confused. Do you think I deserved that after everything I had said to you? But I suppose you just like to treat people like objects: you play with them then throw them away when you get tired. It suffocates me, not being able to tell you all these things, and I feel like crying every time I think about it, about what I were to say to you if you gave me one chance. Yet, the tears are stuck and won’t fall, so my chest stays stuffy and overwhelmed. But if I were to really see you and say these things, I have no doubt about it. I would cry.”

If thinking about you and replaying our memories in my head is the closest thing to having you then I’ll do it no matter how much it hurts me.

dude where’s my

“Admire as much as you can, most people don’t admire enough.”

wanna see me procrastinate until i don’t have enough time to finish my work and then have a mental breakdown? wanna see me do it again?