#qouteoftheday
” I love him and he loves me but sometime he hurts me and makes me very sad and I try to explain and he tries to listen but the story is repeating and I don’t know what the fuck I do now ”
I always make excuses for people who don’t deserve them. I let myself down to make them feel better about themselves. I forgive, I say that it’s all good even though it isn’t. Even though it isn’t acceptable and shouldn’t be easily forgiven. Even though I get really hurt by it, I still don’t want people to feel bad even though they may deserve it. My phone may tremble in my hand and my heart will be screaming, telling me to write how I truly feel and just for once to do something for myself, but I won’t. I just wish I would forgive myself for things as easily as I forgive others. I just wish I forgave myself as easy as I forgive you.
/ helovedmebutnotenough
” am I the only one who feels that I’m too nice to people? I forgive them so easily just to make them feel better about themselves while I’m here taking all of the pain. I just wish good for people and I don’t want anyone to feel the things that I do ”
- helovedmebutnotenough
” My heart aches and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it. ”
- I can barely breathe
And if only you could see the way my face lights up when your name appears on my phone.
“You were unsure which pain was worse : the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.” – Simon Van Booy
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Heaven only knows when I’m in hell.
You don’t miss the person, you miss the feeling.
We pretend that we don’t care, but we care.
As a kid I built a house around my broke heart.
I used to shine, now I’m all in the dark.
Last year, I felt suicidal. This year, I might do somethin’ different like talkin’ to God more.
If I Jump, living trough these songs. So you know just where to find me
And I ain’t seen a light of day since, well, that’s not important
It’s been long
Told myself it’d get better, no clue what there was next for me.
Don’t cry, it won’t end. Pain will always be my friend.
Your attempts to escape from your pain is what creates more pain.
I’m fighting shit in my head every day that nobody knows about.
It’s weird… I either have no emotions or too many.
When I cry it isn’t just one tear, it’s a breakdown.
Learn to be alone, because not everyone will stay.
I was prepared, but it still hurt.
There’s so much I wanna say but nah.
Darkness, my protection.
I don’t wanna feel too much.
Life is the art of dying.
