I cannot help
with one another.
a few days ago, i woke up happy. last night i cried of happiness because i stayed happy. and, god, i hope this lasts.
I can’t leave you. You’re the only person I love on Mondays and I fucking hate everyone on Mondays. I can’t give that up.
i’m tired of being stood up. i’m tired of getting my hopes up and staying up late and falling asleep on my couch because you never show. i’m tired of getting ready and looking really nice and finding out that you aren’t gonna see me after all. i’m tired of crying because i miss you and it’s like you don’t even give an inch. i’m just really tired of feeling unwanted.