Fuck all you fair weather friends. So sick of the bullshit and liars. I just want to sleep all of my insecurities away tonight, I don’t know why I let other people define me. It’s eating me alive and slowly driving me to the point of pure insanity. I no longer recognize myself and it’s starting to scare me.
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.