it really blows when it doesn’t work out w someone and you’re allowed to miss them and the memories. but don’t kill yourself over what could have been. it’s nonexistent. if they didn’t fuck u over now, they might as well would’ve fucked u over later. and that’s really the way i see all experiences in life, the ones we grow out of as well as the ones we grow through. and after hurt, i believe there’s always something better, something or someone more worthy of u.
❝I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.












