Lunes, Abril 1, 2013

Dear self,



What the fuck is wrong with you? The guy’s an asshole. Now you’re saying that a part of you still wants him? Remember the nights when you cried yourself to sleep. Remember waking up with swollen eyes and a headache. You were hurt while he, on the other hand, was busy spending time talking with bimbos as if you did not exist. You got to move forward and stop thinking about the past. Learn from it, don’t dwell on it. 


(Source: psycholust)