I keep telling myself that things won’t - can’t - end this way. Everything was so perfect a month ago. I would do anything for it to be like that again. But the reality is… Shit happens. I have to stop convincing myself that people are different, that there IS hope. All that I ever end up with is disappointment.
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I hate when my mom asks about old friends.
audrella: “Why aren’t you hanging with _______ anymore?” and I’m just like