A Lack of Connection;
You spoke to me with meaningless words, and I tried to make you understand. But you didn’t want to try. I felt like I was talking to a stranger. Your voice was different. Cold. Lifeless. Bored. You let the connection break and led me to slowly fall apart. “You’re breaking my heart” I told him.
6:19 am • 4 May 2013
Wanting or needing affection, attention, or reassurance, especially to an excessive degree.
I told him that in my eyes he wasn’t flawed, and he said that he was. He didn’t realize what mattered. I am seen as flawed through his eyes, and I don’t know why that makes me ache like it does. The thing is, I do need him. I need the few people I truly care about, and the second they show any sort of attachment, I attach back. Harder than I’m sure they would have anticipated. And as much as I wish it was a mutual attachment, I know that it will never be. Because I’m the unstable one. I’m the emotional one. I am the one who is flawed. I am the one who needs affection and reassurance. I just thought that if it was really love, that I wouldn’t be seen as flawed. That I wouldn’t come across as needy or unstable.
8:39 pm • 3 May 2013
A brief updated list of things I hate:
I hate school. I hate my teachers.I hate standardized tests. I hate my classes. I hate couples. I hate pretentious people. I hate girls. I hate boys. I hate myself. I hate my schedule. I hate who I sit next to in classes. I hate that I can’t focus. I hate that I try so hard to only get let down. I hate lunch. I hate the time between classes. I hate the dress code. I hate coming home and having zero time to relax. I hate feeling guilty for relaxing. I hate waking up. I hate picking out clothes. I hate driving in the morning. I hate the fact I have no one to have a real conversation with. I hate pants. I hate bras. I hate that I’m so exhausted all the time. I hate that I’m hating all these things but right now in my life, I’ve got nothing to love.
(Source: laesquinalatina, via elizziebeth)
9:18 pm • 1 May 2013 • 1,000 notes
I just wish my friends would feel open to share their life moments with me. I swear I’m trustful. HintHint.
9:06 pm • 28 April 2013 • 122,350 notes