06.21.17

06.21.17

I’m sick of missing you, And crying over our loss. I’m sick of wishing you’d come back, And fearing you never will. I’m sick of dreaming about you, And never sleeping. I’m sick of counting How many days it’s been Since we’ve ended.

But most of all, I’m sick of writing poems about you, And hoping you’d read them. When knowing That these words Go on deaf ears, And that my tears, My wishes, My dreams Won’t make one difference To you.

-C.A.

i think the saddest part about loving someone is seeing the person you love happy together with someone else.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

Maybe you aren’t the girl the guys look at when you walk by or the girl the guys wants but that’s okay because you don’t need a guy to feel pretty or wanted.

Reminders to myself (via myonlywayoutofhere)

So important.

(via creepyscripts)