I miss how you wanted me.
Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
literally nothing ever sounds like a better option than sleep. there are so many books to read, projects to start, stuff to draw, chores to do, people to meet, hobbies to learn, recipes to cook, i could teach myself mandarin fuckin chinese, but i’d rather be unconscious
"Who cares about that ass who broke your heart? Focus on you." I have a speech. The reader’s digest version goes a little something like this: Be the best you that you can be, and that’s when you’ll meet the right person for you. Sounds good, right? Well if that helps you, great. What helps me is continuously picturing punching my ex in the fucking jaw.