ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ.
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ᴋɪssᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ.
ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ.
sʜᴇ’s ᴜɴғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ.
I’m the girl that seems to fit in everywhere, but honestly I don’t know where I actually fit in.
I’m the girl that seems to be pretty on the outside, but honestly, there is more to me than just my looks.
I’m the girl that seems to be constantly laughing and enjoying herself, but honestly, I am often crying and wishing everything would be different.
I’m the girl that seems to be really lucky to lead a happy family life, but honestly, you don’t live with me, so you don’t know what’s going on inside of my house.
I’m the girl that seems so perfect, but honestly I’m far from perfect.
ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl was broken by a boy.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breaking.
Your perfect little girl keeps a lot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own.
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl.. isn’t so perfect anymore.
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
I’ve learned that goodbyes will always hurt.
Pictures never replace being there.
Memories, good or bad, will bring tears to your eyes, and words will never be able to replace the feelings.
ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.
The very first time I looked into his eyes, things changed forever.
The feeling I got was so indescribable.
The moment his body touched mine, it felt like time had stopped.
If your life was all you had to give to the one you loved, how could you not give it?
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ.
Our relationship has never followed the rules.
We’ve never been the kind of fairytale couple you see in the movies.
It seems like we’re either head over heels in love or crazy with frustration.
Were not perfect, and neither is this relationship.
But you know what? Its ours.
All ours.
The little jokes that only we understand.
The way our hands naturally find each other and the memories that seem so wonderful.
Now that we look back, Our relationship will never be perfect.
But it will always be an important part of me.
I dont know what’s in store for us.
But i know i want you in my life.
I know that i love you.
& i know that i’d rather be “real” with you, Than “fairy tale” with anyone else.
ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ ʟᴀʏs ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ.
You’re killing me.
Every thought leads to you.
Every breath hurts.
I can’t breathe at times.
Every smile i manage to have ends in horrifying pain because of you.
I can never escape from the anguish you bring me.
Somehow, it all leads to you.
Every move i make feels like torture.
All because of you.
ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀᴄʜᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴғɪʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴇx..♥
But now, you’re just another part of her past..
A memory more faded every day.
Someday, she’ll find the one she deserves.
and I can’t stop the thoughts; it’s constant. You and me. Us.
They were right when they said love was the slowest form of suicide.
Because his lips are laced with cyanide, and I’m so addicted to his kiss.
ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs. ♡
I’ve slowly realized that the ones I wanted aren’t all that my imagination has made them out to be.
It’s much colder being alone without the fires of fantasy burning.
So much darker without the light of hope flickering in the night.
In the end, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Sometimes i get so sad.
So sad that i completely shut down.
I stare blankly at the wall, and it doesn’t matter what you say to me.
Because in that moment, i don’t exist.
What’s wrong with me..?
Im not allowed to be happy.
I wonder if i will be happy this time around..
Maybe, not..
Hopefully, this will be the last time.
Maybe this is how it was supposed to be.
Yes.
You have lost me forever.
Everyone has scars they don’t want to talk about. Mine are just on my body as well as in my head.
I used to think i couldn’t go a day without your smile.
Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder.
And i knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse, and i wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event.
It doesn’t just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you every time i pick up your favourite coffee mug.
Whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when i discover your old shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time i think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you.
I go to bed at night and lose you, when i wish i could tell you about my day.
In the morning, when i wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again
Plain & Simple. 
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