I wish I were just born like normal boys.
When your stomach churns.
Those shallow breaths.
That knot in your throat.
Heavy eye lids.
That dark dark dark feeling is all too familiar. I’m just tired of caring now.
It makes it so much easier to be a fake ass bitch ‘cause in the back of my mind everything is only temporary and nothing about me is genuine. The best feeling in the world come from shit moments like these.
I’ve got to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve. I’m tired of patching up my own damn heart ‘cause I’m not a seamstress.
Relationships are a fucking two-way street whether they be friendships or amongst future prospects. No one is strong enough to carry a relationship all by oneself, and if he/she can, just what kind of relationship would that even be? I’m so over it.