The residual of your presence fastens on to my heart like a parasite. It’s masticating on my heart until it’s completely gone. I feel hollow. I feel empty. There’s a gaping hole in my chest where a heart once reside. And where my heart should be at has a pain that decides to come out in the middle of the night and haunt me. People don’t know how I feel. Those don’t know what’s running in my mind. If there were some sort of machinery that were to explain to you how I feel, or what’s going on in my mind, it might implode. It’s a treacherous feeling. Gnawing away your mind. You feel the ache in your bones and it’s a dreadful pain. It feels like no one is there to help you. It feels like no one can take away this pain unless you know, die. Those that thought love was suppose to be happiness, I warn you not to fall in love. It’s the worst thing you could ever do. It drives you crazy, it taunts you, and sometimes, you’re the one that’s more hurt than the other. It makes you bitter, it makes jealous, and it makes you ugly. It makes you feel worthless, and no one will ever feel the same way towards you, or how you will love them like the one that broke you. But, love can also be something not so depressing, but is more rather than something so joyous and worth your time. Those are the lucky ones. Where things are going their way constantly. It is said that, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” But sometimes it makes you envy because you care, it makes you boastful because you achieved their love, and you’re proud of it. Love is a parasite. It changes you to something you don’t want to be. It causes you to lose hope. It drains you. It tortures you. It weakens you. To fall out of love is probably the second hardest thing ever. The first is to cope and pick up your broken pieces. Some are smaller than the others so it will find it’s way to glue itself back together, and sometimes falling out of love with the one that shattered you means you might have to find someone that will be there for you when you start to break apart and help glue you back at once and still love you if you’re shattered. So I suggest you don’t fall in love. So you don’t break into pieces. It’s hard to fix yourself because you’re constantly in repair. And it changes you mentally, physically, and emotionally.▲16 | reblog
If money wasn’t a problem.
If I could make money so easily.
If money wasn’t a thing to determine your class.
I would buy myself whatever I needed, whenever.
I would get my parents what they wanted, and pay off debts, bills, etc.
I’d buy my brother the world.
I’d buy my grandparents the world and take them back to their homeland to visit, and if they wanted to stay, I’d fund them.
And lastly, I’d get you anything you want.▲ | reblog
If you’re in a relationship right now, and that person isn’t making you happy at all.. Just drop it. You’re young, don’t fucking worry. Not all relationships are perfect, I know. But if this person is unfaithful and untrustworthy and not being honest, then you should just drop it. You’re the only person trying in the relationship, and the other person is obviously not, so just forget it. You got better people to meet in the long run. I’m tired of seeing you sad. It’s summer for fucks sake. Go enjoy life. Get a tan. Hang out with great friends, and eat some fucking amazing food. Be happy man. You deserve it.▲4 | reblog
i can’t believe people are so dumb sometimes.
just because one of YOUR friends doesn’t like a certain person because they got beef, doesn’t mean YOU don’t have to not like them too.
you’re just missing out on great people because one of your friends have beef.
so, the fuck, what if they have beef.
doesn’t mean you have a reason to not like a person.
fucking humanity is so fucking duuuuuuuuumb.▲2 | reblog
and their diet consists of a jug of ice cream, and sweets.
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Stop fucking whining.
Stop posting whining shit on facebook.
No one gives a fuck.
Man the fuck up.
You look like a god damn faggot pussy.
Stop whining and move the fuck on.
You’re just making yourself look bad.
No one is going to pity you.
Pick yourself up.
Shit.▲2 | reblog