“I’m starving and dying on the inside and I can barely look you in the eye because my anxiety is making me feel like you’re secretly judging me, also I’m probably gonna go home after this and cry myself to sleep because I hate myself so much, but yea I’m fine”
This happens way to often, but no one sees it, no one notices, no one cares.
“You’re not invited back into my life. You can’t just keep coming and going. If you’re going to leave, then don’t come back. I’m done holding on to promises that you aren’t going to keep. But just remember, you decided to leave.”
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“Do I mind texting first? No, I will show that I care about you. Do I mind texting first for weeks and basically talk to myself for a whole conversation? Yeah, I kinda do. So forgive me if I’m done trying.”
— you had your chances
“The fact that you don’t love me, doesn’t really hurt me. I will love you, even if it’s unrequited. What hurts me is that you would choose her. That you had the capacity to love someone, and instead of giving it to someone that loved you fully, you gave it to someone who doesn’t care. It doesn’t hurt that you don’t love me, It hurts that you love her.”
— things I’ve always wanted to tell you #7
She's the type of person who doesn't speak about her problems, secretly cries and pretends like her life isn't falling apart. She is me.
The saddest word