- Unknown, Humans of New York (via moaka)
I’m sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it.
When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no.
One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”
Correction* my worst fear is every friend I’ve ever made was all a lie and everyone talks about me behind my back and after all these years they’re finally getting to see my world crumble.
My worst fear is gaining weight and everyone lying to me about it so I feel okay but then they secretly talk about how huge my face and thighs have gotten behind my back
i wanna kiss someone under water
not even gonna cry anymore because what’s the point.
and there’s not even any one to blame. there’s no one to scream at, no one to cry at. there’s just nothing that can be done and nothing will be done.
I feel like I’m trapped inside this box. and I keep running around in circles trying to find progress and help and get better but I am eternally fixed in these circles in this box and it feels like there’s no way of me getting out.
what are you supposed to do if you don’t even know how to make yourself happy?
I have never felt so broken and incapable of putting the pieces of myself back together. It’s not that I don’t want to, I really do. I just don’t know how any more.
God I just feel like all I can do is scream. Scream and cry, that’s all I’m good for right now.
I never expected any of this to be this hard.
whoa almost thought i was appreciated for a second there oops silly me