I’m tired of getting hurt. I constantly put myself out there and I’m constantly crashing and burning. Today was not a good day. I’ve been messaging this guy and we were supposed to go on a date today. I was going to drive to his side of town because he said he wouldn’t mind cooking…… Continue reading Cause I’m bad at love.
You broke my heart. But for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to be angry with you. I can’t bring myself to hate you. We’ve been through so much this past year, and I’ve shared so much with you. Honestly, I trust you more than any other person I know. You meant so much…… Continue reading The one that got away.
“It’s better to have loved and to have lost than to never have loved at all.” You hurt me. You hurt me so much more than anyone else ever could. Because I trusted you. I confided in you. I believed in you. HOW COULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY? HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THAT…… Continue reading Things I want to tell you but can’t.
I am a little bit disappointed we didn’t get to spend the whole day talking again. But I don’t want to share that disappointment because you told me not to expect much from you. I feel like I’m getting all these mixed signals, and I don’t want to talk to you about it because it’ll…… Continue reading A post about a friend.
How do I even begin to explain the sadness that I’m feeling? There’s a pain and an ache in my chest. Like someone whacked me in the stomach and stole the wind from my lungs. I feel like my shoulders are carrying two tons worth of weights. My eyes are droopy. I can’t seem to…… Continue reading Feels like my heart is going to burst.
If I had known that you would leave me this broken, If I had known you’d only break my heart I would never have met you Never have trusted you Never have given you every piece of me. *a work in progress chorus for a song I’m writing. I trusted you. You gave me absolutely…… Continue reading Hurt.
I know I probably shouldn’t want to just skip to the ending, but… I want to fall in love. I want to go on cute dates. I want to stay up on the phone talking for hours. I want to cuddle when I’m feeling sad. I want to attempt to cook meals but end up…… Continue reading Oh dear