I love you
I just do
Callie did my hair and I was bored late at night so what else was there to do but be vain and take pictures of myself whoops
This is not what it was
I love you, but you break my heart with every minute you don’t speak and every mile away you sleep.
"I know I am capable of so much more."
Posted from the PostSecret website.
What even is the point of any of this?
It’s going no where, I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing, I can’t handle the judgement and I’m probably just being dramatic but I hate not knowing things and I’m so ready to move forward when I need to let go but I just fucking can’t and I hate this so much. And I want to be so mad but I have no right to, I can’t
I hate this
I really, really do.