December 2010
40 posts
its not easy when you’re constantly putting me down
more often than not, i ask myself what i am to you. your constant waves of annoyance passing in my direction. how much do i mean? why do you tread on me ever so frequently? why do you answer my questions with words that in one way or another, tell me to leave you alone? maybe you’d be better off without me. i know you would. i’m just too scared to leave. too scared to comprehend what...
how am i suppposed to tell you about the way i feel; how am i supposed to be real to you anymore because when i do so you only push your impatience in my face and tell me that you can’t tolerate me
those words of yours left me so broken inside
im sorry for being a burden, for not being able to sort myself out all the time. there are times i wish you could be there for me, but i’m too scared to ask, because you have so much else bothering you. the temporary solace i find in the aftermath of our arguments often diminish because, those problems aren’t as outstanding as ones i’d like to talk to you about, for fear of you...
you’ll be better off without me. you’re right. i fuck things up, most of the time.
the last thing on my mind before i slept was, why i didn’t get to spend the night with you
spending hours by my phone hoping you’d just reply me instead of leaving me hanging and assuming all the possibilities. break me again and again, but still i am yours to keep
yes, i know. i don’t belong with you or anyone else. i’m sorry i’ll never be good enough. i’ve been trying. and i’ll still keep trying.
i’m sorry i make you mad at me constantly but i never seem to get my words across properly. all i want is more time to spend with you. and its been forever since i got to do so
sorry, i’m just not good.
“beauty is not the size of your jeans, it is not big boobs, it is not a small...”
– (via mermaidmilk)
i’ve been selfish for way too long. and at the end of the day, i’ve realised that your happiness comes before my own. as how it used to. i often get caught up in my own emotions but i think you’ll be happier, on your own, without me.
