there is so much uncertainty, and so much indecision.
being in love with something or someone is different to being in love with the idea of being in love with something or someone.
i say i don’t wanna hate you, but i really do.
tomorrow, i might wake up and be completely over you, but today, right now, i still am crazy for you.
just because i haven’t done or said anything to you does not mean that i have no inkling about what you’ve done and what has happened.
it really annoys the living hell out of me when people tell me they know me, then say something that contradicts that belief.
there are many things i want that i would not give in to.
every time i ask myself why i do a certain thing to myself, i realize the answer is “because i want to be happy, because i want to escape for a little while. to a place where i don’t hear the world or even myself”.