You Used To Be The First Person I Talked To In The Morning And The Last Person I Talked To Before I Fell

I wonder what it would feel like to not be sad all the time. To believe in yourself. To trust people when they say they care about you. To reply with something other than “Fine” when people ask you how you’re doing. To wake up in the morning and not have your first thought be “I don’t want to do this anymore”

//Å.G.P.// (via idoubtanyonecares)

i posted this almost a year and a half ago. things have gotten so much better than they were back then. i know that many of the people who read this felt the same way i did at the time due to the amount of notes it has. i hope that some of them/you are also doing better now. even if it's not by much.

I know what it feels like now.

The only difference between EAT and FAT is one line.

— Such a fine line // Å.G.P

I had to Reblog this ❤️ it's so relatable

One day you’re gunna find out that my love stories are no longer about you and when you do I hope it breaks you. I hope it slowly breaks you the way you did me.

(via @thatgirlinthegreenjacket )

Maybe to you it’s ‘just a band’ but to us it’s air. We inhale music as easily as you exhale hate. You look around and see how many people you can ruin, but we look around and see how many of them just need help

It’s Not Just A Band, It’s Our Survival // Å.G.P.

Every night I find myself staring at my ceiling… Just thinking about you. And every night I just come to the same realizations. If you cared about me, you would be texting me instead of her. If you cared about me, you would try to make our conversations last longer. If you cared about me, you would talk to me even if there were other people to talk to.

But you don’t care about me…. Not anymore.

But I will wait an eternity if I feel as if there is still

the tiniest,

littlest bit

of hope left.

I don't know how to do this whole "life" thing.

I need to learn the fucking difference between people that MAKE time to talk to me and people that HAVE time to talk to me.

I thought you made time for me, but I thought wrong.

That moment when you’re sitting in class and trying to pay attention, but eventually you just give up because all you can think about are the memories. The memories that you made with meaningless people back when you were naive and oblivious to how easily they could shatter your glass heart. But you’re stronger now because you’ve finally rebuilt it. This time out of solid steel instead of the fragile glass you used the first time. But there is one big flaw in fixing a broken heart… The memories will never disappear. Your brain will never let you out of the prison you created. There is no way to escape… So you continue sit in class and try to pay attention, but it will never work because all you can think about are the memories.

Å.G.P.

You know, I used to be your first choice. Sometimes I wonder why I’m not anymore but then I remember that it’s because she came into your life, and who would ever choose the broken depressed girl over the beautiful happy girl?

The Broken Depressed Girl // Å.G.P.