I’m going to make a meme about attention whores. Jesus.

I have this stupid paranoia that people don’t really like me and pretend to be my friends. Like that after I hang out with them they didn’t have fun, or that they realized how weird I am. I wish I could just be confident with myself and trust my friends. I pretend that it doesn’t bother me when people blow me off or something like that, but it really makes me cry. I have come to accept that some people are just always going to put me at the bottom of the pile, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. I wish I was confident and that I knew for sure who my friends are. But then, I really like the direction my social circle is going and I don’t want to sacrifice that. Augh, this is so stupid.

can’t stop.

feeling low.

what do i do?

Our love was comfortable and so broken…

Somehow this song is exactly how it was.

September 2010.

I mean. We lost it. And you found someone.

But you’re back.

So it’s okay.

But why’d you have to text her?

I wish I’d just get over this whole thing.