phreakingpham: I wish things would stop changng. I’m so tired of waking up to people who have changed, changed into people they promised they’d never become. So much that I don’t recognize them anymore. They’re all just like strangers, that I know very well. And as I sit in solitude I find myself nostalgic, full of apathy, and very, very lonely. I need something worthwhile before I lose heart.
sooshiee: even how hard you try. more you try and smile to cover up how exhausted and emotionally tired you are and confused in life you are, people are just bagging on you. and they don’t notice how others feel. its like they only want good for them selves.its so hard to keep up with some “friends” or what ever they are.
dear-ryanne: That feeling of happiness after you get off a late night phone call.
ohitsashley: i’m afraid that you’d go for someone else, a lot cuter with a better personality. i’m afraid that someone from your past clicked with you more than you & i do, which would make you go back to your history. i’m afraid that you’d meet someone new and automatically replace it with what we have and what we built. i’m afraid of screwing things up and you’d end up leaving me...
ohemgeejena: I hate those days when you can’t take it anymore, and you just explode in tears. Worse yet, is that no one is there to give you a hug and lend a hand to pull you back up to your feet. Those days are the worst. I hate feeling so alone. Dealing with all of this bullshit is just so painful for one to do so.
phreakingpham: Maybe it takes a good fall to find out where you really stand. I promised myself that I wouldn’t let this happen, but I guess I lie to myself so often now that even I’m starting to believe it. I knew this would happen, I knew I’d end up regretting my decisions, but still I went for it, hoping that this time, things would be different. I guess I know where I stand in your life now,...
We all get really good at pretending the loneliness isn’t there. And then...– Olivia Dunham. (via phreakingpham)
phreakingpham: I don’t think I can do it again; completely open myself up to somebody just to have it all go to waste. I don’t think I can become attached just to get fucked over. I can’t risk being damaged any more than I already am, I wouldn’t be able to handle getting hurt twice. So this is it. I’m drawing the line here. I’m not letting history repeat itself, because all my pain and...
phreakingpham: Of course I’m going to avoid you. Of course I’m going to laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and pretend a little harder whenever I’m around you. It’s not because I’m fake — it’s because you never want to show the person who hurt you, how much you’ve really been hurt.