Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about. And they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. But you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside. . . fuck !

A broken heart is the worst. It’s like having broken ribs. Nobody can see it, but it hurts every time you breathe. . . ~

Have you ever been so upset you just completely broke down alone by yourself. Your parents can’t tell and nor can your friends because you hide it behind a smile. You know you’re not okay. Yet again, no one knows how you feel and you don’t bother telling them because they have their own lives to deal with. So you store all your problems, all your sorrow, all your tears, all your hurt and all your pain. You’ll take it out some other day, but not today.. Today’s not the day. Because here’s to the nights you delt with more than you bargained for. All those sleepless nights crying so hard you couldn’t breathe. To the nights you couldn’t wait till everybody grew up because you were sick of them judging you. To all those nights you things would just get bettter. To all those good nights that turned to bad. To all those nights you wish you were older. To those nights that unfortunately came too soon. . . ~

You know what? Yes I have changed. I’m not as nice as I used to be, because I don’t want to get used or walked over, I don’t trust everyone and tell them my secrets, because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing bitch. I distance myself from people because in the end, they’re only going to leave. I have changed because I have realized that im the only person I can depend on.

Love is like a magic . . ~

One of the best feelings in the world is when you’re hugging tight a person who you love with absolutely everything you have, and they hug you back even tighter . ..If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. sink me in the river, at dawn. send me away with the words of a love song♡ . .

I push people away. That’s what I do. It’s because I hate getting too close to anyone because I know that they are going to leave me, or hurt me anyway. That’s why I don’t like being around people, or getting to know guys. The problem is, I’ll never get to know anyone because I’m too scared. . .

I hate when you introduce your friend to one of your closest friends, then they become closer than you and your close friend originally were. . .