From the moment we are able to talk we put others down. When we grow up the world expects us the be perfect and we are made fun of or out casted for our problems or flaws. Nobody listens to you or cares about you util your gone. Ones you are dead and gone everyone who once hates and made fun of you now are your best friends. But until the day we die we are nothing.
I just want a guy or girl to hold and cuddle with me and comfort me when suicidal. Is that too much to ask?
Haruki Murakami (via kushandwizdom)
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.