I think my biggest fear is that you get one person. One person to put up with your shit and be there for you through it all and lay with you just to be with you and go out with you and show you off and kiss your forehead when you need it and just be everything you’ve ever needed but you only get one. Even if you realize when its too late or break there heart a few too many times or push them away, you only get one. Once that person is gone, everyone else will just be less.
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distance yourself from them for a while and tell them that you just need some time to think about things and they’ll probably understand and wait until you’re ready to continue being friends and yeah just stay busy and focus on yourself for a while and see how it goes
I ruined myself for a lot of people that weren’t even worth it.
Before you date me
You need to understand that I’m damaged. I get triggered easily. I have struggled with things. There are nights when I’m curled up on a ball on the floor and I won’t talk to anyone. I’ll shut you out. I’m not going to be able to trust you for a while, because everyone has always left, cheated, or chosen someone else. I will need reassurance. I will need you. I will need you to keep choosing me. I’ll need you to care when I text you saying I’m getting bad again. I’m a lot, I know this.
So before you think I’m always happy, that I’ll always be positive, that I’ll always be smiling - know the reality before you get involved. Don’t enter my life if you can’t handle it. Lastly, don’t you dare touch my heart if you aren’t ready for that.
You never apologized for hurting me, but I apologized 12 times for being angry about it.
Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.
If a girl is giving you head and you don’t hold her hair for her or play with it while she givin u head u dont deserve that head
I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.
I hear you telling all these other girls that i still write about you.
You tell them, it’s been three years and she’s still so caught up over what happened eternity ago. You tell them, i never loved her, she was just too in love with me to realise. You tell them, she’s so obsessed with me, it’s creepy. You tell them, she doesn’t even write that good, it’s disgusting to think that those words are meant for me. You tell them, i wish i never met her. You tell them, she’s insane. You tell them, she isn’t right in the mind. You tell them, she’s crazy. You tell them, she’s delusional. You tell them, she’s dense, she thought that a few words could win me over. You tell them, what are her words worth anyway?
But you don’t tell them, i broke her. You don’t say, do you know what i did to her? I told her i loved her then left her hanging from a cliff of despair. You don’t say, i left her at her worst even when i promised i wouldn’t. You don’t say, i can’t look her in the eyes because i’m afraid of the sadness behind them, because the sadness is my fault. You don’t say, eight months after i tossed her away, i begged her to take me back. You don’t say, i’ve kept every piece of writing she’s ever written to me. You don’t say, sometimes i wish she’d trace the words to her poems on my back like she used to. You don’t say, i’d give anything for her to be mine again. You don’t say, no matter how hard i pleaded she wouldn’t come back. You don’t say, i never deserved the love she gave to me. You don’t say, her words are worth everything.
So i’ll tell them.
I’ll say, he ripped me apart but i fought like hell to put myself back together. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him but all these words? They’re mine. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him but he will never deserve it. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him but only because it is release. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him— i still write about the tears i shed for him, i still write about the blood i spilt for him, i still write about the people i pushed away for him, and i still write about the friends i lost for him. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him— i still write about how he threw my heart into the trash like i was nobody, i still write about how everything he ever said was a lie and i still write about how i gave up everything to love him. I’ll say, yes, i still write about him, but only because this pain, this pain that i feel, is because of him.
Then i’ll tell them. I’ll say, my words are worth the world.
Marry your best friend. Fooling around is fun, but life gets in the way and when it gets hard, you’d wanna be married to your best friend.

