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I could’ve been a princess, you’d be a king Could’ve had a castle and wore a ring But no, you let me go

Telling someone you like them is hard. Having them tell you they don’t feel the same is harder.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends… you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

Don’t call my name

You were always hard to hold so letting go aint easy

I really hate this.

When we pretend that we care lesser than we really do when it comes to certain people, it hurts. When people pretend to care more than they do and we discover the truth, it hurts too.

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I guess what I really want is to feel loved. Like just for once, somebody would be afraid of losing me. Like I’m a priority, not just an option that’s never chosen. I want to be told i’m beautiful. I want people to care enough to stay in my life and not walk out.

(Source: runawaytrain)

I have dreams about you. And I hate it because they make me remember you. But I love it too, because they keep me from forgetting you.

(Source: runawaytrain)