I love how stories always have that one girl who cries to herself because she cant have that one guy because he is irreplaceable. One day i’ll find her.
I don’t want to write a song that just anybody can hear. I want to write a song just for you. A song that only you can understand and that you will never want to stop listening to.
You can shout and scold me, you can give me the silent treatment, but I will not allow you to mentally torture me by being passively aggressive and making me feel like killing myself.
Thats right. Keep telling me I’m not good enough and continue to wonder why the fuck I have low self esteem.
Maybe this person is just another phase, but if i don’t go through it, how will i reach the next one?
If you ask me to help, and all you do is be a bitch, i won’t help. simple as that.
Dissapointed? Good, I wasn’t trying to impress anyway.
Never once have I walked away from a conversation with my parents without feeling worse about myself than I already do.
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