"The butterflies I had once had were gone and all that was left were awkward smiles, faded memories and lingering feelings."

Read this somewhere. I want to feel like this. Soon. Very soon.

I’m sick of waking up angry. Of waking up to being upset. Of wanting to cry myself to sleep. I’m tired of having to sacrifice for others when they don’t give a God-damned shit about me. I wish I could just turn my brain off and that part of my heart that feels. I want to numb it, kill the nerves, stick a needle in them, numb them.

Pathetic isn't normally a word I would call myself, but looking back I'm ashamed at how stupid I was.

wear my heart on my sleeve.

Sometimes i look back on all the wrong turns i've made, and how many people i have loved, but ended up hurting. It makes me sick to see all of the regrets i have on a grand scale, but i know that i would never let down the people that love me. :)

"You give me butterflies, deep inside."

I don't hate you. I liked you until I figured out that it hurt a lot less to just not care.

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." - Eli Wiesel