One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
I’m not angry at you, but I’m mad at myself for expecting something better from people. I hate leaving myself so vulnerable.
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
Because I am not the type of
person someone falls in love with.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
im in one of those ‘cuddle up with someone and watch a lame movie while i kiss their neck and casually take off their pants’ mood