I love you…seeing you with my parents I can just picture the future…
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It’s ok I know I don’t mean anything to you anyway
you told me you were the one who would stick around, that i would be the one to break things of cause i’d be sick of your shit you told me to trust you…you made me say ..that you wouldn’t leave me, that i was doing everything right. but you lied. you fucking lied. but then again you were high and i still believed you because i thought you were opening up because you we never talk about this shit when you’re sober. so thanks. thanks so much because now i realize how fucking dumb i am.
"Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives."
— Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via erraticintrovert)
