The easiest way to lose my interest is to act like you are emotionless. To text me after midnight and set plans at the last second.
If he misses work, it’s your fault for not waking him up. If he yells, it’s your fault for getting him angry. He refuses to take responsibility for his own actions.
I am going to block your number from my phone. I am going to delete you from every form of social media. I am going to become a ghost, a fading memory and a crumpled picture in your wallet.
You deserve someone who treats you with respect. Who handles arguments with class.
I never thought someone from Tumblr would be able to find me in the real world. I never thought I’d be woken up by an intruder inside of my double bolted apartment.
You admitted you liked me. You kissed me. You slept with me. I thought that made us a couple. I thought that meant we were dating.
I don’t want to be guarded anymore. I don’t want to push you away. I don’t want to pretend I’m better off alone.
You become so excited when he actually pays attention to you that you forget about how horrible you felt when he was treating you like shit only a little while earlier.
When I have strong feelings for you, I will make you a priority. I will drop anything for you. I will be there for you whenever you need me.
I don’t want to be the kind of person who focuses on the worst in others, who never gives anyone a chance, who assumes the world is a horrible place filled with heartless souls.