And once again I find myself in class, writing sad quotes instead of doing my work.
The Quiet Girl In The Back // Å.G.P.
— Such a fine line // 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}
“If life is just a video game.. Then why cant I quit yet..”
Ronnie Radke ~ Game Over // Myself(sorta)
We try so hard to save everyone else that we forget that we are the ones that need saving.
In Need of Saviors {via idoubtanyonecares}
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.
I have a bad feeling that my good mood is going to be destroyed when I go back to school tomorrow...
When school vacations end so do my normal thoughts // @im.not.living.im.surviving on ig
I thought things were finally going to change between us, but then I remembered that a few deep conversations at 1 A.M. won’t change the fact that I’m not your first choice anymore.
When did you stop loving me? {via idoubtanyonecares}
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.
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.
Am I supposed to pretend that everything is okay?..
It's not
"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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