Im sorry im not perfect.

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Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. But you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.

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i don’t understand how I can smile all day long, but cry myself to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. How your best friend can become your worst enemy or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything… to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How the smell of a person stays with you even when they`re gone. How people make promises and bare their should to someone, despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives cause it’s easier than working things out.

guess whatever happened was for the best, but you should stop giving me those looks every other day because it makes me think that you still care and I know that you don’t. If you cared, you wouldn’t have said goodbye.

him: are you like actually deppressed? :(
me: im like clinically deppressed.

skyping with lacroix and allasudden she decideds to get hyper. ffs.

She’s the girl who’s always laughing her butt off with her friends. You walk past her and you think, “Wow she must really be over me.”But no, she’s not over you, she wants you, but you never gave her a shot. She’s not faking that smile. She’s happy, but with you, she’d never stopped smiling.

All I wanted was for him to ask me what’s wrong, for him to care about how I felt, for him to hug me and hold me and promise me everything would be okay. I need him tonight but he’s not here. He always has a way of never being there.