Lol what a shit picture…. :) (Taken with instagram)
Heartbreak. So many things come to mind when that special someone suddenly turns into just someone you used to be close to. That precise moment when it’s officially over between the two of you, you can practically feel your heart breaking. You will yourself not to cry. What else can you do? You give them a final hug. A final goodbye. That empty promise to stay friends. Suddenly, you’re deleting old conversations. His or her name changes from “Baby<3” on your phone back to their name, just like everyone else in your contacts. The sudden rush of “What happened?” and a barrage of questions that you don’t want to answer. “Who ended it?” “Why?” “Was he/she cheating?” And the horrible statements some people make like, “You two were so good together.” and “But you guys were together for so long!” Yah, that doesn’t help at all. Soon, daily conversations start wavering to every now and then or not at all. All the promises of “forever” and the daydreams of getting married and growing old together. It’s all gone. But deep down, you know that things will get better. And you just know that you’re just one more heartbreak closer to finding the one who will never leave.
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Cause sometimes, you don’t know if they have feelings for you or not. They’d send you all of these mixed signals that’ll eventually just confuse the heck out of you. You’re sitting there just trying to figure them out for yourself. Then you have all these things you’re urging to tell them, including how you really feel, but you don’t know how to put them into words. I hate liking someone, cause once you’re attached, it’s as if your whole life revolves around them.
Tumblr changed me so much. I can’t even believe how much i’ve changed because of one website. There’s nothing awesome about it, but it’s so addicting. It’s like some kind of drug. Why do i like tumblr if it’s just like school? You get hated on, people talk shit about you. Your around a lot of people, different kinds of people.
Maybe I don’t have much to offer. But I’ll still give you everything I’ve got, even if it’s barely a thing at all. I’ll give you late nights, long hugs, someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there. A hand to hold, Somebody to lean on and if that’s not enough, just know you have all of me. I hope that’s enough.





