i know my way to greener pastures.

Julia. 21.
Dog lover, perfume addict, bookworm, advocate.

esse-videri:

I’m laying here thinking about you
thinking about the way I decided
not to think about you anymore.  

How do I know I’m insane? Because
I meet the definition: I keep expecting
you to be someonething you’re not

Time and time again it goes around.
I am weak and I am soft and I am
bending and not breaking but that

doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt at all.
I am lying here thinking about the
way you always let go of our hugs

first. 

i need to stop investing any resemblance of happiness that i experience in other people. because people will always find a way to let you down.

i have nothing to lose, because without you, i have nothing to gain.

i will never try to convince myself that i am worth anything again. because every time i get to that happy place, i lose everything. 

i am in absolute mourning of every aspect of my damn life. i am beginning to know who i am, and i hate who it is because i am someone that gets taken advantage of and hurt and toyed with. people seem to be addicted to building me up just to tear me down. i will never have faith after this. i will never believe in anything. because i can not count on anything i believe in. i never have been able to, and i never will. 

fuck this bullshit.

my concept of who i am is not concurrent with the person who i want to be. time to make changes.