I love reading the little
“Omg this post is perfect. I cry every time I see it.”
“omg I know forever reblog”
“If you don’t reblog this you’re just a terrible person”
Hahaha
Shut the fuck up
I know what it’s like to hurt as soon as you wake up. And to want someone who doesn’t give a shit about you. And I know what it’s like to just sit because you have no desire or strength to do anything, not even eat. Then you get that terrible thing called hope. A smile that wasn’t towards you but crossed your path, or just a nice gesture that you can’t help but take the wrong way. And then your house of cards glides gracefully from the table to the floor almost like its mocking your effort. The worst part is no matter how much you try you can’t stop the hurt. Sometimes I feel like it never really goes away, it just gets bandaged. Then some adventurer asks to see your wounds and they rip new skin. Scars just get bigger and bigger and bigger…
