“I have a problem kissing boys who leave a bitter taste in my mouth, and letting them hold my hand. Its this endless cycle of using people who want you and chasing people who dont. Allowing the ones, you don’t give a shit about to touch you the way you wish another one would. So you close your eyes an pretend its okay because life’s a just game and if you aint winning you have to settle for second best. But god, please let me win soon because these boys leave dirty prints all over my body instead of the gold i know that one could leave me with.”
“There are so many letters, I could write to so many people. Saying how much they fucked up. Saying all the good things they have taken from me. Saying how bad they used me, for who I was, for what I had, and for everything I was so caring to give. But in stating that, I would have to state the good things they have given me. I have learned to protect myself, to stand my ground, to be independent and stubborn as hell. So thank you,
But fuck you as well.”
— Sometimes wishing I could go back and change it, but thankful I can’t. (via realistic-thoughtss)
