The way home is never old.

I'm a mess, I'm irrational, I make no sense, I try to see the best, but always preparing for the worst, It's not possible to love me, I'll push you away, but I'm me. And that's all I can ever claim to be.

that moment.

  1. That moment when you see something you shouldnt/wasnt meant to see.
  2. That moment when you read too deep.
  3. That moment when you realize you’re nothing to him
  4. That moment when you realize hes fabricated everything hes ever said to you.
  5. That moment when the tears build up in your eyes and all you wanna do is cry.
  6. That momen when you cant cry because he’ll be back soon.
  7. That moment when you wonder why he is still with you.
  8. That moment when you think you’re worthless.
  9. That moment when you wanna run away…
  10. That moment is now.

I have never felt so less than a person in my whole life.

I feel like the honest pits of disgust.

Ive never felt this bad.

All i want to do is cry. Cry to someone who will listen.. who will hold me and tell me that its okay to feel this way. Then try to make me feel better.

But I dont have that person anymore. I have no one.

I have myself; the worst person there is.

I need help.

I’m falling apart from the inside out. I cant look in the mirror, I cant flash a true smile, I find myself thinking of those nights. The nights where for the first time in my life I felt like I was at the place I wanted to be, in life. I didnt have a care in the world, and that was nice. Life was nice. You were nice. We were nice…

The moment when you realize everything is back to perfect.

Brave.

I’m just not happy with you anymore, I think it’s time to go our seperate ways


I became a different girl this weekend.

I left my abusive, controlling, and horrible boyfriend of 5 months.

I was always blinded by this “love” he would talk about.

After he would slam me up against the wall, he would then sit for hours and talk about how much he loved me, and I would become blindsided.

Abuse is not love. Verbal abuse is not love. Causing your significant other to slip back into depression again and lose her self worth is definately not love.

I’m so proud of myself to be free. Free to be me. Free to live the life I want to live♥

Everything I do is wrong,

I cant find the right,

So we end up yelling all hours of the night.

I try, I try,

oh you know i do

But everything about me will never be good enough for you.

The insults, the slander, the lies

I hear them all the time

Why cant you just love me, and not feed me these lines?

Is this what I want?

I truly don’t know.

I find myself wanting to wander, Is this a good thing? No..

Ive seen your hands, I’ve seen your plans, the dirtiest clean I ever did see.