I was played pretty badly tonight and it breaks my heart.
I waited up for hours for a boy.
I went to see another boy in the meantime and texted yet another after that.
I always view other people as having perfect, happy lives, and a lot of the time miss the happiness in my own.
Stop striving to have what others have. Appreciate what you have yourself. Sometimes, maybe they’re the one’s wishing they were you, because you actually have more happiness than you realize.
I’ll still love you the next time I see you,
But I’ll want to die while I’m alone in the meantime.