I had a really deep conversation with my best friend. She just made me realize so many things. All these things everyone has been trying to tell me. Things that I ignored and pretty much never really listened to. I don’t know. Crying myself to sleep almost every night is not the shit and I don’t even know why it’s happening so often, I don’t even know why it happens at all. I’ve gotten so emotional, especially as of late. I can’t really say for no reason cause then id be lying. Pretty much tired, and done with everything. I made two promises and I think I’m too much of an emotional wreck inside to actually go through with those. I’d probably end up breaking one or another through this process, who knows? Maybe even both. But I’m sorry if I do. I just can’t take things anymore. I know I seem fine most of the time but there’s just times where I just randomly shut down and everything irritates me, bothers me, gets on my nerves, times where I want to punch someone in the face and just throw stuff. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to actually do this but it’s time to actually put effort into myself, I know I sound selfish but I’m not happy. I’m fine, I’m okay, but I’m not happy. I need to let myself breathe and I need to give myself space and time. I’ve been clueless for so long I still am. I’m still confused on what I should do, more on what’s right or wrong. I don’t really want to make the same mistakes I made before. But, I really don’t know. One way or another, there’s something I’m going to sacrifice. Like, try asking yourself. You or me? It’s so hard to decide. Well now it is. Since everyone’s been telling me things. Before, I was so sure about my decision but this is so hard, how can I not have a hard time, how can I not just start crying in the middle of the night? I want to know. Someone please show me how. Because I’m not strong enough to hold myself up…
daily reminder not to reblog missing people posts unless you actually know who the person in the photo is and that they really are missing, there are shitheads out there who look for people hiding from them. an abusive husband found his wife and child through such a post. they were under protected identity but he found them through a missing person post online.
do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?
do you ever wish you could just stop time for like a couple weeks so you could just sleep and do whatever you want and just get your shit together and then after that time would just start back up again and you wouldn’t have missed anything because you would just pick up where you left off
“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.”—Anson (via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
All you ever do is talk shit, like can you not. Nobody is doing anything to you, ughhhhhhh. You’re so fucking irritating. Like, I know it’s not just about me but IDGAF. THEY ARE YOUR FRIENDS!!!! Have some respect. At least they deal with you.
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via smilesparkleshine)
if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student
Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.