I often stop when I’m doing something, in the middle of rehearsals or some other...
God I hate you. Maybe even loathe. I’m beyond mad. I’m furious. I wasn’t even mad when you ended it. When you told me to move on and flipped when I tried. But this…oh this is the last straw. You’re one of those people who is so compassionate and caring that it backfires. By not telling me you were dating someone you were ‘saving my feelings’ but bringing...
You’re over reacting again. Blowing things out of proportion. Take a deep breath. Breathe. It’ll all be fine. Your imagination is too powerful for your own good sometimes. She’s gonna be fine. Don’t go thinking it’s gonna be structural damage in her heart when it’s probably just her potassium and magnesium levels. She’s gonna be fine. Ignore the gut...
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Saw this and 1) LOVE LOST. And 2) For my beautiful Heather.
broadwaydinosaur: shavingryansprivates: the last one omfg terminal illness terminal schmillness This…this is so beautiful.
I’m not crying because you don’t love me any more. I’m crying because we can’t talk. And I so need to.
I want to cry for no reason. I want to curl up in my bed, with a ton of pillows and just cry. And I couldn’t for the life of me tell you why. I suppose it could be because I’m missing people too much. I suppose it could be because I’m stretching myself thin. Because I’m tired of walking on thin ice. Because I need a hug. Because I’m scared to fall into the dark...
A year ago, a day like today would have been fantastic. I was alone all day. Last year that would have meant spending all day with you. Hanging out. Talking. Feeling totally okay and safe. This year? Well it was spent…alone. And that sucks. A lot more than I want it to. And that’s the sad thing.