"I care,” he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too."
don’t be mean to me because I will remember it for exactly forever
moment of silence for all my wasted potential
Sometimes people hurt more than they can actually handle… And sometimes they really just don’t know how to ask for help. They’re so caught up in their own agonizing pain, they end up hurting everyone around them."
at least i run faster than internet explorer
it’s really difficult being a lazy perfectionist
i want world peace but there are people i want to kill first
I will not tell you our love story, because — like all real love stories — it will die with us, as it should
If I have to constantly beg for your attention, eventually I won’t want it anymore.
Because I am tired of trying, and caring about people that no longer do. Enough. I am exhausted of being the one always doing what I can in order to keep people in my life. It’s your turn this time.
But I guess in a way, I broke some promises. Promises I made half blind. Infatuation blinded me and it made me say things even I didn’t believe in. But at the time I did, I held high hopes for the future and now everything’s shifted and I don’t even know where I’m headed anymore. I hate to admit this, but you were too special.