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i remember back then when my friends could read my face, detecting sadness, anger and happiness. but now, even when i put my thoughts out there, no one gives a fuck. I even blog about things, and i love how no one asks “what’s wrong” even when they’re open in the blue. It’s kind making me feel like, if I died right now, no one would care. And I love how now im the one always trying to make things work between us, but it always ends up that I apologize to you, and I end up with the head filled with “asfvdcedfvc” and you end up with the head filled with “:)” I know you have things wrong in your life but damn can you be any less heartless?
But then again what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
not because you give up, but because the other person stopped trying a long time ago.
TO THE MOON AND BACK: these past 6 months -
has probably the worst half-year in my life. So much unnecessary shit going on in my life, from family to friends to school to work. But I learned something really important through these months. And that’s to never ever depend on someone, even if you need to. Because people, no matter how close…