We can get through the daytime without a single black thought. But as soon as our heads hit the pillow and the lights go out, our minds are quickly consumed by the darkness. When we open our eyes the next morning we feel the same way we had the day before. “fine.” But every time we open our eyes after a night of darkness, a bit more of our light has slipped away from us. I can’t help but think that someday all the light will be gone. So tell me… How do you live without light?
You don't.
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.
Just let me let go. I’m tired of trying.
Wishing Upon An Imaginary Shooting Star #2 // Å.G.P
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.
Sometimes I wonder if you even want to be my friend. You never seem to want to talk to me, so why not take it one step farther?
Å.G.P.
You think that everyone is important, but for some reason you don’t think that applies to you.
It does. I promise. // Å.G.P.
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.
You used to love me as more than a friend, but I guess things change..
Things Change #2 {via idoubtanyonecares}
Shh, Don’t make a sound, my love. They’ll never understand what you’ve done. No matter how far you haven’t come, they’ll still think that happiness won. If they hear about your pain, chances are things still won’t change. Maybe one day they will see, But by then you’ll just be a memory.
Å.G.P.
And when you’re finally happy, you’re scared. Because every time you feel happy, something bad happens and ruins it.
When will things ACTUALLY get better? {via idoubtanyonecares}
"Why haven't you given up on me yet?"•Å.G.P.•All poems/quotes are original unless reblogged or I say that they aren't.
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