It’s not fair how you’re just getting me to learn to be alone again.
It’s easiest for me when I push myself to not care or think about you.
It’s too easy for me not be fooled by your sweet nothings.
Your honesty scares me and wears my feelings out.
Please. Please, don’t break me.
It’s not that I hate how you make feel as much as it is how I let you make me feel.
Like…sigh. I could easily go back to K-dramas
I will be honest. Teen wolf is SUCH a poorly produced show. From the acting to the lines, and the screen-writing.
But the story is kinda interesting and the people are kinda really attractive (i guess).
And that it why I watch it.
It’s also always fun to watch really bad television. And also those actors struggling for fame and recognition, when it’s clear they’re surviving almost solely from their looks and barely their talent.
I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE JUST FINISHED THIS DRAMA.
I feel like i’m freed from it’s shackles of suspense and unbelievable romance
stupid boy is stupid.
Jesus thank you for this amazing blessing that is the amazing guy i’m dating.
why did such brief happiness bring along more sadness?
Yet this sadness that I’ve had for a long time now, has yet to bring about any happiness
wouldn’t it be funny if you had done this, so I could be grateful for the minuscule piece of your heart that you did let me have?
So I could be iced over and cold enough to be satisfied, not giving you anything of me?
That I lost my entitlement to being your best friend?
Wouldn’t that be just the most hilarious thing.
Is all you wanted a slightly warm stone that would always be there?
because I’ll always be here.
I think it’s cool how you have time on your hands to wipe me away like that.
cool as in I could never be able to do that.
Wow yeah i should have known better than getting the idea of playing melancholy music to fall asleep to, in my state.
I’m actually a really sad person these days.
like…it’s pathetic how not-okay I am, and everyday’s a fight to not start completely despising myself.
I wonder what depression looks like
We used to be. Once, we were.
You’re gone. It’s done.
I wish we could stop pretending like we’re still in this.
but we’re convinced that this is better.
Better this than nothing. Better a placeholder
I don’t even dare hang up pictures anymore;
not the old ones you’re embarrassed of.
I loved them, and so did you, in my head.
Until I heard the words from you myself.
"Why?" "Why did I hold onto them?"
Why was I still trying? What was I still doing there?
This deserted hangar.
I’d said no to the world, to other options.
Waiting for our chance to come.
Let’s face it now
we are the unlucky ones.
and optimism is only for the faithful.
You walked away so long ago.
And I stayed waiting, grazing my feet back and forth against dry ground
kicking the dust in anticipation.
That dust is up in the air now,
my footprints stuck for a moment. But I’m not.
So STOP. stop calling me back to that same place.
YOU’RE not there.
Why do you want ME there? To wait for you?
You’re not coming back. You don’t want to come back, remember? You’re embarrassed and progressive.
If it’s me you’re looking for, you’ll need to find me where I am.
Now, I don’t know where that is at the moment and it’ll take a while to figure the way out.
If I even can. I’ve no one to check in with.
You know, along the road, there’s so many empty conversations
Necessary to keep one’s sanity.
So inefficient in keeping one’s hope.
Dear pathmaker, just give me one good conversation to last the night.
forget being social. All hail television.