I don’t know how we can suddenly begin to miss the things that caused us pain or things we thought we barely cared about. I feel oddly sentimental about high school as summer goes by. Maybe that’s the bittersweet part of leaving childhood behind. You begin to miss the things you were so quick to say goodbye to.
The kindest words I heard today: There will always be someone out there who is suffering worse than you do, but that doesn’t mean your pain doesn’t count.
No. I don’t want to be your friend, I don’t want to be your buddy, I don’t want to be the person you text when you’re bored, I don’t want to be just some girl to you. I would rather be your everything. Your girlfriend. The one you text all day long and Skype at night. I just want to be your one and only. I’m sorry but being just friends is not good enough for me anymore. It’s all or nothing. Your choice.
"Tryin to be strong & in the process, keep you goin. I’m bout to lose my composure, I’m gettin close to packin up and leavin notes & gettin ghost. Tell me who knows a peaceful place where I can go, to clear my head I’m feelin low, losin control."