May 2012
38 posts
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Whenever I see you look at her, or smile at her, or even just talk to her, I can physically,physically feel my heart being ripped to shreds. I just feel like someone punched me, hard, right in the gut. I can’t breath for a few moments. I go pale. I shake a little. A second later, I’m composing myself, straightening up, plastering my smile back on. When all I want to do is die.
Seeing you with her...
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Whenever I see you look at her, or smile at her, or even just talk to her, I can physically, physically feel my heart being ripped to shreds. I just feel like someone punched me, hard, right in the gut. I can’t breath for a few moments. I go pale. I shake a little. A second later, I’m composing…
literally my life.
Girls aren’t going to talk first. It’s a girl thing. We don’t like starting the...
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April 2012
16 posts
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Reminiscing
I remember all our conversations, the short ones too. Those times where I’d log into Facebook and my heart would skip a thousand beats seeing that little green dot next to your name. We wouldn’t talk for extremely long and we would talk about pointless things, but I didn’t care. I’d still stare at the screen and smile, laugh. We don’t talk as much now and it kills me....
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I don’t know what’s wrong with us. Why can’t we be normal? Why can’t we be like the others? Is it me? Is it you? It’s both of us. When were together, we both go silent, and I can’t understand why. Were not as comfortable as I want us to be, and that is such a shame because I think we could be something. Something good. But I can’t help but to think that...