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I wake up missing you. I go through the whole day trying my best to not think about you. But I fail, I fail every single time. Sometimes I allow myself to daydream about you and the moments we shared. Somewhere along the line I gave up on the possiblilty of not missing you. It’s become a part of my day, a painful reminder that you won’t ever love me, that you don’t want me, that I mean nothing to you whilst you mean the world to me. So I cry. I ache. I hurt. I feel my heart break. And I do it every single day, over and over again.
“Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.”— John Green
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(via wishing-for-deathx)
i miss the whole ass fuck out of you.
not that it matters to you.
but god you still matter to me.
(via wishing-for-deathx)
“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”— William H. Woodwell Jr.
(Source: quotemadness.com, via wishing-for-deathx)
