you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
im gonna lose more weight and get tattooed and be super hot soon just you wait
do you ever just love someone SO MUCH and you know that there is NO CHANCE FOR YOU TWO TO EVER BE TOGETHER AND IT CRUSHES YOU
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind, but to lie to you, rather than hurt you?