You and I, let’s go. Forget this place, and when you want to come back we can.
The most horrific thing about getting close to someone is the thought that at any point, they could lose complete interest in you
being insecure fucking sucks because people always think you’re saying shit for attention or to get compliments but I don’t want attention because attention means more people noticing my flaws and I don’t want compliments because I don’t even know how to take them
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack
I still remember how we started talking. We’d talk for hours and hours. From early in the morning til late at night. You made me talk about things, I’ve never told anyone. Suddenly you just left. Without saying a word.