Even if someone were to write paragraphs of how they have secretly felt about me the past 3 years, expressing their love and citing 100 reasons why they adore me, I would not believe a single word because I have grown up to believe no one will really love me and every compliment is bullshit.

I am very lost in my life and I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I want to be and I have a vague idea of who I was. They are all tangled in my body pulling me in different directions. I feel like I’m walking hopelessly on an endless road to nowhere and I just need a sign to tell me where I’m destined to go.

I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest. Gaby Dunn (via -virtual)
I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable. (via keep-that-pussy-wet)
Because I am not the type of person someone falls in love with. (via bl-ossomed)

straaya:

I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

I don’t think I actually miss people. I miss the feelings they light within me, and I miss their kind, deceitful words. I miss being given attention and I miss knowing that my name runs through their mind. But in my head, they’re all really the same person with the same ending. They all leave without a reason and I have to let go of something I desperately cling on to.