The problem with fairytales is that they set a girl up for disappointment. In real life the princes goes off with the wrong princess, or the spell wears off and two lovers realize that they're better of as... As well as whatever they are.
This feelings will pass, don't let it destroy the rest of your life.
You know what hurts most? The seconds in the morning where you've just woken up, and for those mere precious seconds, you've forgotten the reasons you're unhappy; the reasons you're so broken. And then it hits you again, like a stab to the heart, and you remember all the reasons you didn't want to wake up. Yeah, that hurts.
You wanna get over him? Here’s my advice. Fill your schedule. Have no spare time because every time you have a moment to yourself, your mind will find its way right to him and you’ll be just as fucked as you were before.
You know those movies you watch and those books you read where the girl’s in love with her best friend, so she tells him and gets shot down, but then in the end the boy realizes that he loves her back and they all live happily ever after? Yeah, well that’s all a bunch of bullshit. It never happens in reality and I’m living proof.
Be thin. Get straight A’s. Play a sport and be good at it. Have a job. Get into a good college. Have a social life. Have a boyfriend. The list is endless. Fuck being perfect. Who created this standard for what the perfect teenage girl is supposed to be like? I don’t know. But someone has got to end it. So starting now, be what you want. Be anything but perfect because perfect cannot be achieved and doesn’t exist.
It’s a cycle. You smile at me. You text me. You flirt with me. You make me fall for you in a matter of days. Then, you’re gone. You act like an ass to me. You won’t talk to me, answer my texts or even look me in the eye. So I give up. I move on. Or so I think, until that cycle happens all over again.
Why is it that every guy I like is an asshole and I can’t seem to like the nice guys back? I have a line of decent guys that want to date me, that would never dare break my heart, but I can’t like them no matter what. I have to fall for the assholes. You don’t understand how frustrating it is.
We can't fast-forward time to know if it's worth it. So we trust our hearts and hope it turns out right.
I don’t really understand you. Do you find joy in breaking people’s hearts? Cause that’s what it seems like. I know you’ve been with other girls & did them wrong too, but I cared too much. I can tell by the look on your face that I was the one you hurt the worst. What hurts most to me though, is the fact that you didn’t care. You came around, picked me up, then dropped me like a bomb over this god forsaken town. My heart beat for you for four long months. You made me feel so alive, so real. When you broke me.. not only my heart broke. My whole world broke. I felt like I had nothing left, just long winter days full of sorrow & loneliness. &because of you, I can’t have a stable relationship with any other guy. It’s always my fault things don’t work; I can’t trust anyone because of what you did. Why did you choose her over me? Was something wrong with me? I question myself on being good enough every single day because of you. I know that was a year ago, but your words&actions left harmful effects on me. So thanks. Thanks for every single fuckin thing you did. I thought I was stronger, but I’m not. I’m over you, but I hold grudges. To me, every guy is a douchebag like you. Even the ones who make promises to me, but you know what? Your promises were empty. What’s to make me believe theirs aren’t? But I guess things are okay between us now.. I mean, we don’t fight anymore. We talk to each other sometimes during school. But you’ll never know that inside I’m cringing, wanting you to feel the same amount of pain I did. I wish I could do that to you, instead of hurting the people who love me.