i wanna get a rock and write “i miss you” on it then throw it at your face so you can feel how much it hurts to miss you
All I wanted was for him to ask me what’s wrong, for him to care about how I felt, for him to hug me and hold me and promise me everything would be okay. I need him tonight but he’s not here. He always has a way of never being there.
I don’t want to leave but you’re not giving me a reason to stay
every time i trust somebody, they show me why i shouldn’t
Trust is like an eraser. It gets smaller with every mistake.
a random hookup is like a half eaten sandwich in the fridge; you don’t know who ate it last, but you know that it’s 2 am and you’re hungry
