All the good shit

What’s the use in trying again and again when things are just gonna go back to the way that they used to?

“I never asked you to do any of that for me”

Yeah, you didn’t but we did it out of our own accord to make y’all feel slightly more special than the other chicks around us. So much effort into all these stuff even though y’all can’t feel it.

We become so involved that we don’t even know and suddenly our emotions fluctuates accordingly to your replies, it doesn’t affect you one bit, but it determines the way our day goes.

But fuck all that right now, cause sometimes effort doesn’t guarantee results, and this is one of those times… spanning since forever.

It’s time I take the bad with the bad and get on with the grind. 

I’m out fellas.

“Like someone? Tell them. Why complicate the simple things?”

It used to be that simple, but things snowballed way out of control and now I’m stuck at the same spot… for what seems to be the 99th time. 

It’s a risk that I am afraid to take again, it is that fear within me that is holding me back. It has turned into a phobia, not of rejection, but more of the realization that trying hard isn’t good enough.

The problem with me is that I just can’t stop going back to something that has little chance of turning into something much more than just friendship, but at the same time I am unable to stop trying, because I know that this regret will be with me in the years to come. 

This looping cycle is killing me.

I don’t want a listening ear, I want someone who can help me. 

 

You know that feeling? The one that starts with the initial joy and happiness all built up every second of our everyday, all 86400 of it. And it ends with such… sadness, for lack of a better word.

“It’s just part and parcel of growing up”

faggotnazi666:

thepizzaqueen:

why do people still have offensive urls

with like ‘faggot’ and ‘nazi’ and ‘666’ and things like that

i mean honestly

why?

hey

that hurts