Not one day that you are here, on this earth has been promised to you. So make everyday as if it was your last. And every breath, as if it was the same.
How can peoples lives be so fucking happy. I mean, come on. you’re saying you have the perfect boyfriend. fml. I want that. so bad.
Every. Single. Time. I trust someone, let them in. Fall for them, so badly. Then they up and leave. Does it make you feel good? Knowing that you made this happen? You single handedly destroyed my trust. I thought you were the sweetest thing. Now your gone. I don’t know what to do. It’s just emptiness now.
