I was a Wednesday night, and for the first time in awhile I thought of you, and I didn’t smile, nor did I cry, I just asked myself why. Why you sincerely believe that I am capable of pretending you don’t exist, when at one point I loved you more than I loved myself; even though when it was your turn to love me, you kept me on a shelf, next to every dream you’d ever had that faded faster than a tacky, trending fad. I thought of how you hated when I cried, but I hated when you lied, and you did that more often than not. They say not to leave stones unturned, but I was a stone and I was untouched; so tell me why it is so hard to get your traces off of me. Tell me how I’d feel you in my hair, and how you said you loved when I sang at night, but you were a candle that wouldn’t spark, and I really needed a nightlight.
― traces. (via cosmicwording)
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via larmoyante)
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.