I really need to leave this place. Coexisting as one is virtually impossible at this point.
I hate having soft spots for people, but at the same time you can’t help it.
Do you ever just dwell in the past so much because you really don’t think you’re capable of getting anything better. No matter how much “you don’t care,” believe me somewhere inside you do. The only thing that keeps me somewhat out of that rut is to tell myself “They obviously didn’t care for you…
Why am I even here? What is the point of me being here?