i think im so stressed to the point where i dont even feel stressed anymore im just waiting for everything to collapse in on itself and i stopped caring
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She’s one of those girls who doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she wants to know everything will be worth it one day. She isn’t amazing at one thing, just good at a lot of things, and that’s all she’ll ever be. She wishes she could be different, but she lives her life to the fullest anyway. All she truly needs is love to keep her sane. She looks at her world like it’s a book, with pages being read every day. She’s her own worst enemy and hardest critic. She knows she has flaws and tries to accept them, even though she knows she never fully will. More than anything, though, she just wants to make a difference one day, and she wants someone to remember her name.
I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I’m not the type to squeal all over you and I don’t ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don’t hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I’m also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey that’s the truth in me. I guess you can say I’m complicated, but I’d rather be difficult than easy any day. I can be hard to figure out sometimes, but if you know me, I’m not that much of a confusing person. So, why don’t you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, and then tell me if you’re still in love with her.
I swear we had everything at our fingertips. We had love, chemistry and at the time I thought we had honesty. I told you every single detail about my day and I thought you told me everything about yours but you forgot about the part where you would touch and grab and kiss other girls. We promised to be loyal, to belong to eachother. You knew I had been hurt before by unfaithfulness and yet, you stab me in the back and twist the knife slowly. We weren’t dating but you promised you weren’t with anyone else, emotionally or physically. I told you I hated promises and you’ve given me one more reason. You were my bestfriend and my companion and my lover and my rock. Now what’s left is broken promises and a non-existent goodbye. That’s what hurts the most, nothing left said, nothing to say but yet everything to say. I truly despise you and what you did to me. I won’t forget you, you are a lesson. - I thought you were my forever.
I think I’m more afraid of you and what you might think of me when I do a little wrong. And you haven’t got a clue. And that’s why you continue making your mistakes and I keep it all in.
If it was me, would you just accept my apology and tuck the problems away? Because I know that’s what I would do. And you, wouldn’t.
