I just want to be the most important person in someone’s life.
Sometimes I just need to talk, okay?
There’s never been a single person in my life who hasn’t hurt me, and I want one more than anything.
It will never be okay that you did that, and I will never really forgive you.
I only get hiccups when I’m trying not to cry.
currently accepting volunteers to sit in my bathroom with me and rub my back because im fucking miserable.
I love the way people look at you when you surprise them; like they’re seeing you for the first time. I love tight stubborn hugs when you’re mad, and I love pointless conversations at 2AM. I love first texts and feeling like it matters if someone talks to you today, even if it’s about nothing. I hate the way people look at you when there’s somewhere they’d rather be; like there’s a million other people they’d rather see. I hate contact that ends in pulling away, and I hate one word replies to the most important questions. I hate days with out talking, and feeling like you’d be forgotten in an instant.
I hate me.
Sometimes I can’t stop thinking and then I just get so damn sad
I work a 14 hour shift tomorrow and I can’t sleep. Yay me.
eight days and eighteen hours till i leave for miami!
You’re shady and I don’t trust you.
Sometimes I see people with lots of freckles who aren’t redheads and it makes me uncomfortable.
Once, twice, a hundred times. You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.