Stumbling upon old pictures, conversations, and little things that used to mean so much is probably one of the worst things ever. It really makes you think, think about people, places, sights, smells, and how you felt in that moment. It makes you think about the kind of person you were or even are now. It makes you think about how certain people were before. I never understood when people say that someone’s changed, maybe you just never really knew them at all. I always create some sort of attachment to everything because there’s always a memory behind it. I wish things could go back to how they were, I wish people or maybe even me didn’t have to change, I wish someone could tell you you’re living in the good old days before you realize that’s what those days were…but hey doesn’t everyone wish that every once in a while. I guess all the cleaning, packing, moving, and thinking I’ve been doing lately is for the best.
I wish I could go back to being the same person I was before I met you.
I can’t blame you for not wanting to stick around because I’m pretty sure that if I was you, I’d end up leaving me too.
I don’t like telling people my problems or what I’m going through because why would I? So I can waste their time and have them pretend like they know exactly how I feel? So they can feel sorry for me? Nah, no thanks.
1:30am and I’m up with you. So much has changed between us but its nights like this that I realize some things still remain the same.
It sucks that you can’t control who you fall in love with. I fell in love with someone who doesn’t love me back and that hurts, alot.
Sometimes I wish that I could forget you as easily as you forgot me.
I’m tired of constantly being fed bullshit and lies. It’s gotten to a point where enough is enough.
Today I was reminded of you. All I could think of was that you’re not the same person that you were before. I miss you but I know nothing will ever be the same between us.
I have no idea why I even put up with you. I think you finally got the idea that I don’t want you around and for some reason, it’s given you some sort of push to try to stick around even longer. Why…
"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."
"I was by myself for a pretty long time. I needed to do that. I think everyone that I know has wanted to do that or needed to do that at some point. I think when you spend enough time when it’s quiet around you and you don’t open your mouth for three or four days, there’s parts of your brain that can kind of rest. I think when we’re out in the world and we have to talk to people, we edit ourselves. You know, we have to like, act a little bit. As honest as we may be as humans, when we’re out here, we’re all kind of wearing mirrors on our faces. You know, constantly reacting to how to react to the people around you. And I think when you’re alone for a long enough time, you can feel a lot more peace."
Anonymous: okay, to the people harassing Trisha; shut the fuck up. it wasn't your relationship, and she doesn't wanna bother with it anymore. god, just leave her alone. i don't see how this is everybody and their mothers problem. it's Joels depression, tell him to deal with it.