all i ever wanted was to be enough so that you didn't need to want anyone else.

i don't know that i can ever be enough for anyone...

and i don't know that i want to try.

What am I doing with my life ( Read more... )

I don't want to be a secret.

Okay.
I might be a bitch.
This is why I can't get angry.
Even if no one really knows, I still feel like shit afterwards.

You're wonderful.
You have things going on.
I'm an impatient cunt.
I'm sorry.
I need to get over myself.

I'm not the center of the universe.

PS: the amount of times "I" is used in this post is distressingly disgusting.

Fuck ( Read more... )

I'm sorry ( Read more... )

I hope this is just an off day/night, and that nothing that I'm feeling or thinking is true ( Read more... )

So, in the movie Because I Said So, there's the scene where the guy Mandy Moore ends up with tells her that off days happen. They'll have good days, and they'll have bad days, but it doesn't change anything ( Read more... )

This is really no good.
I never thought I'd be one of those girls, but I guess I am.
So broken up over a boy. So broken up.
I can't eat. I'm having issues sleeping (but that's nothing new).
And he's the only thing on my mind.
And I feel like a stalker, almost. 
I'm constantly having to stop myself from texting him. Having to talk myself out of calling ( Read more... )

This is so painful.
And I'm sick. Physically.
And now you know my dirty little secret, and I had convinced myself it would all be okay, and we could move on from this.

But, now I'm starting to realise there's not a "we" anymore. At all. Not even as friends.
And now I know what it's like to be truly alone.
And now I know what it's like to really hate ( Read more... )