You confuse me. I love everything about you one minute and the next minute, I never want to fucking see you again.
Don’t you just hate those nights when you feel really lonely? And you just want someone to be there with you.
The thing with you was that I never had to worry. I never had to worry about awkward silences or what we would do or what we would talk about or if I was being too weird, because you were that one person that I finally felt comfortable around.
I’m being replaced, and it hurts like absolute fuck. I know I have no right to complain.
I can’t stand you anymore. I just want you to move out. I am filled with hatred, and I don’t know what I can do to get over it.
I don’t know how you can dislike yourself as much as you do, you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.
It’s such a sad thing to know we can never be together.
You’re all I want.
I will never forget the way you held me so tightly against your chest, the way you whispered so softly. I will never forget the feel of your hands on my skin, the smell of you.
