im in no position to have high standards but it doesn’t stop me
I’m paranoid to the point where I want to punch myself in the face…like even if people tell me they enjoy my company, invite me places, and happily start conversations with me, I will still be 700% convinced that I am a waste of their time and that they secretly hate me and are talking to me only because they feel they have to
this
"Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie."
-Russian Proverb (via jesussbabymomma)(Source: mellie-c)
i don’t want to go to school i don’t want to go to university i don’t want to have a career i don’t want anyone to expect anything of me ever ever ever i just want to sit in a cocoon of blankets all day every day sleeping and reading books because i don’t think i’m cut out for this whole ‘contributing member of society’ thing
i could never be a politician because every time it was my turn to talk in a debate it would start off with “listen you fucking prick” like idk how these people don’t do this
(Source: ohsosystematic)
It doesn’t even hurt because I miss you anymore it’s because I’m jealous. Jealous that you got to move on before I did. I guess I just haven’t found it in myself to feel the same I did when we were together. I’m still scared to get hurt again because it felt like I was stabbed multiple times. I never want to feel that way again but I know that I will again eventually but when? I guess I just find it so unfair that you get to be happy while I’m still bitter and lonely. I know there are better and much important things to think about but sometimes I miss being called babe, being told I’m missed, waking up to a good morning text, and all that cute stuff. Although, I’d rather not be in pain, I don’t fancy being lonely all the time either. I don’t know, everyone just seems so happy with their significant other. Including you. I’m jealous because you’re happy and I’m not. It hurts because I envy your happiness.
