I don’t know.
I’m so sad. My mind is blank. I don’t feel like living. But I have to be the understanding one. I’m always understanding. I know she does so much to try and keep me happy, but it’s just a chore with the situation we’re in. And now that school is back in session, she’s stressing out even more. Maybe it is what she needs, and the selfless thing to do is to understand.
A friend once told me, “You can only be so understanding for so long.”
I haven’t stopped yet, but it’s definitely getting harder to.
FUCK.
I hate it when you talk to me about him. I really do. I hate it when you talk about other guys. I hate that you accuse me of lying when I’m not.
I loathe the high school I go to, only because you’re not there.
You didn’t say I love you back tonight.
That broke my heart. It really hurt. I’m so upset at you.
It bothers me that he calls you honey and babe.
for once I wanted there to be a consistency of happiness. but that’s too much to ask for isn’t it. nobody said happiness was easy.
Part of life: overcoming the greatest pains so in the end you have the greatest patience for the one you truly love.
i’m so in love, i found you finally.
