Everything is really shitty now, and I’m not happy with the way things are with us. I tried to ask myself why am I even bothering with you today and then it hit me - I am staying and trying and wearing myself thin because I see potential in you and in us. I don’t think I see that in anyone.
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself
i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life
I tried to scroll too..
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.