NOTHING

NOWHERE

NO ONE

• part a of my brain: if person a addresses or confronts person b they are probably talking to and about person b. that is the msot obvious and direct explanation
• its about me you hate me youre still angry with  me its all about  me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

answer: no!

i can believe a person is my best friend for as long as i like but when they decide theyre not anymore

they  just arent

and why should they ever think of me again

whats there to think about

doooo you ever think of me

at all

period 

“children inherently know that we are not born into a blessed world”

this quote has been stuck in my head for like weeks and its driving me up a wall because i cant remember where i heard it

[image: “5. PANDORA’S BOX

She’s on one side of the box, the outside of the box, thinking. There’s something inside that box, she’s sure of it, and it’s probably thinking something also.”]

(Source: swallowingmatches)

i love you but i cant be around you because you used to make me feel safe and now you make me feel fucking defective and i cant stand it

i just dont want to die anymore

i like listening to people talk about things that they like. even if its something i dont care about or know anything about. i like listening to people get excited about stuff.

i like calling people what they want to be called. because i dont know anyones life but i know how happy it still makes me when people call me by my name, always. its nice to be reassured that you exist and that you are who you say you are. especially when you spend every day surrounded by people who think you are someone else.

i just like people, a lot, i want to do right by people, i want them to grow and be happy and i want to help them do that. i think people are really good and that they have the potential to be great and i just really like them. 

im postng this here even though its technically my sad blog because i guess this is stuff i sort of feel embarrassed about? im really naive, i know i am.