People will never understand how fragile I am, like if somebody decides to get to know me and will talk to me every day I become so attached to them so if they stop talking to me I assume I’m boring or they dislike me so I never start another conversation and I guess that’s why I have no close friends anymore
(Source: cutiebum, via ridiculous2012)
I’ve been down this particular road many times, but for now I finally feel like I can honestly say I’m ok.
There’s something about this that makes me happy. People always say it doesn’t matter what others think, but I like knowing that this many people liked something I posted.
He is great.
He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he makes me happy.
He isn’t even here and thinking of him makes me grin like an idiot.
I’ve missed this feeling.
All because I worked a closing shift.
Hi! I'm James, how's your day going?
It could be better and it could be worse. So far its just one of those days where you don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m all for a little spontaneity, but there comes a point when it’s nice to know what’s going on.