I Thought Things Were Finally Going To Change Between Us, But Then I Remembered That A Few Deep Conversations

JUST LET GO OF THE MEMORIES

a message to my broken mind // Å.G.P.

Maybe you wonder why. But mostly.. You try not to think about it.

Short film "ReMoved" by Nathanael Matanick

What’s the use to throw your yourself at love, if in the end it never seems enough to be able to get through all of life’s broken dreams.

Another Empty Bottle by Katy McAllister🎶

Around this time last year we were laying on your bed, talking about our lives and how much we loved each other. But now I’m laying on my bed writing sad quotes, and your laying on yours with her.

What Happened to Us? {via idoubtanyonecares}

Her: I feel like it’s always raining..

Him: How?

Her: The whole world just seems so gray. It’s as if someone laid an everlasting blanket of fog over me.

Him: But you said things were getting better..

Her: I thought they were, but how could it possibly get better when people just keep hurting me. How could I feel better when there isn’t a single person who likes me.

Him: I like you.

Her: you’re lying

Him: I'm not!... *sigh* I don't think you understand how much I love you..

You don’t deserve to be in this mess.

I’m only going to hurt you. I hurt everyone.

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.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We weren’t supposed to cry at night and hide ourselves from the world. I hate it. I just want my life back.

Wishing Upon An Imaginary Shooting Star #1 // Å.G.P.

Our favorite colors were always the same; blue. But I recently grew very fond of purple. That doesn't mean I like blue any less, I just like purple more now.

Things Change #4 // I'm.not.living.im.surviving on ig

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.