I’m sorry i’m not as pretty as her. I’m sorry i’m not as amazing as her. I’m sorry i’m not as outgoing as her. I’m sorry i’m not as fun as talk to as her. I’m sorry i’m not as funny, or interesting as her. I’m sorry i’m shy. I’m sorry i’m quiet. I’m sorry I run out of words to say to you. I’m sorry i’m not perfect, tall or skinny. I’m sorry i’m not as fucking great as her.
But it doesn’t change the fact, that I love you, more than anyone else in the world. It doesn’t change the fact that I care for you more than anyone ever will. It doesn’t change the fact that to me you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.
I feel like i’m losing, it feels like i’m losing to her. I don’t know if everything was all a lie, I don’t know if you meant everything you did and said. I don’t know if you’re using me for your own comforts, but what I do know is, that my feelings for you are genuine.
I hate how you think it’s okay. I hate how you think i’m that stupid that I won’t know. I hate how you think i’m so absent minded and so idiotic, that i’ll never find out.
But at the end of the day, no matter how much you hurt me, I love you, always have and always will, because I can’t seem to let go of what we had. ♥
why the fuck are you doing this ? you mother fucking mother fucker, piss me off so hard. i’ve fucking lost all my trust in you and you act like your life is fucked. fuck off, i’ve seriously had enough and you know what’s the worst, i kept giving you chances when others told me to just give up on you and leave you to be a fucking lonely dick head and guess what..i couldn’t fucking agree more.
And he promised he would never let anyone or anything ever hurt me. He made me feel safe in his arms, until the day he broke my heart and let my world shatter, the day he unwrapped his arms and let go.
girls are much more than what they seem. they're more than just the makeup, the clothes, the shoes, the bags, the sunglasses, the outside. they're more than just whiny bitches. we're so much more.. too bad some boys can't understand. a girl's life is a bitch itself. on a daily basis we deal with bitches, backstabbers, lies, boyfriends, crushes, exes, appearance, insecurity, bullying and so much more. everyday we wake up, we have to shower. we have to fix our hair. then, we have to get dressed. we spend hours infront of our mirror for you. making sure we look good. then we have to apply make up. while doing all this, there's so much to consider.. especially gossipers and guys. if something's too short, they'll call us a whore. something's too long, they'll call us ugly. we go through buckets full of ice cream because we've had way too many broken hearts. we cry because bitches wanna hate and boyfriends wanna bitch. we can't complain because we don't wanna be annoying. we trust people, then they end up stabbing us in the back. we learn stuff the hard way. every guy out there making a period joke, like are you for real? no. just because you're being a little bitch and pissing me off doesn't mean i'm on my period. get over it. we get hurt multiple times, and keep running back to the same people. we love hard, and hurt hard. we care too much. we're never understood. we go through so much trouble when you don't even notice. we listen to songs till five in the morning and fall asleep to it just because it reminds us of you. we try so hard to impress you, while dealing with all that's said about us. after everything, we sit our asses down on tumblr and reblog everything that reminds us of you. we spill our guts out to our bestfriends who've probably had enough of you. we go on facebook and we check your profile a million times, and go through all your pictures. even if we have seen them all before. we hear what people say about us, and sometimes we break inside. but no matter what, even after everything, we have to come out strong. we have to put a big smile on our faces and pretend like everything's ok. we have to act nice towards the haters, even knowing everything that they said about us. we love even though we know we shouldn't. and we wait for something that'll never happen. but no matter what, we manage to act like everything's fine, even though everything's falling apart. that's a day in a girl's life. imagine dealing with all that everyday. we're so much more than what you think. so much more than what we seem.
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
People are going to walk away from you in life and you'll end up losing some of them. No matter how hard you tried, or how much you appreciated them and told them so, it will never seem like it was enough.
“When I say, “I love you”, it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what and who you are.”—Joss Whedon | Submitted by: bornonthe17th (via quote-book)
It’s hard to sleep when deep down you’re hurting and nobody has a clue. You know it’s hard to sleep because you’re up thinking about what could’ve happened, what would’ve happened, and why things didn’t happen. You know it’s hard to sleep when your heart aches so bad that you’re willing to love that person through all the trouble and pain whether they’re aware of what you’re going through or not. And most of all, you know it’s hard to sleep because you’re wondering just when you’ll be okay
“Love is when he is mean to you and you still want him, it’s when he ignores you and you still love him, it’s when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I’m happy for you, when all you really want to do is cry.”—