Being a teenager is fun and everything but I really hope the rest of my life is happier than my teenage years and I can be one of those people who can say “Yeah, my teenage years weren’t easy but that was the worst of it and now I’m happy.”

I heard somewhere that if you smile even when you’re sad it sends signals to your brain that you’re happy and it will actually make you happy… and really, I just look like an idiot when I’m crying and smiling and I still feel like absolute shit.

For someone who tries so hard to be okay and find the best in situations and move on, I’m awfully sad. 

I can only do what I can do, I can’t make you feel what you don’t feel. Sometimes your best isn’t good enough, but I’ll keep working.

Just because you’re over someone and don’t have romantic feelings for them anymore doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when they force you, rudely, out of their life as if you never meant anything to them.  Especially when you had your best interest, as well as theirs, in mind all along.  

And then trying to explain your hurt to people is impossible without them thinking you’re not over the person.  When you are, but only as a romantic interest.  I guess “being friends” really is impossible.

Never be in a relationship with your best friend.

I don’t know what’s worse.  Being given a tiny bit of hope and having it dangled in your face knowing you might never have it, or having none at all.

I’m waiting this one out, just waiting and trying to stay calm this time, see how this works for me.  It’ll kill me inside but it’s better to kill me while I still have a chance of being happy.  Right?

Ugh, idk.  Praying is all I can keep doing.

How can I love someone who treats me so badly?

Literally it’s been over 2 weeks. You’ve treated me like complete shit, blamed me, played me, let me cry, and gave up on me.  So why do I still feel like this, why can’t I just shake you like the bad habit that you are?

Oh yeah, because I love you.

Wish the feeling was mutual, still trying to figure out a way to accept that it’s not.

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Like bitch, let me be creepy.