We are the wounded

I wish there was a boy manual. None of your texts make sense to me.

Me: WHAT DOES IT MEAN

(Voice in my head: IT NEVER MEANS ANYTHING)

No.

Get out of my head.

A haiku about getting out of bed

no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no no

dont like people or you will get feelings and die

(Source: pratfall)

I don’t even know you. Why am I so fucking sad about you? This is ridiculous. We’ve hung out twice. But I guess I was just really hoping you felt what I felt, because I haven’t felt this way for a really long time. I was almost prepared to actually take a risk.

And then today I find out you’re moving to a different city. Oh well yay, yup cool. Awesome, thanks life.

I try to believe that everything happens for a reason, but I don’t see what good reason there would be for me to meet someone and be so amazed by them, only to have them literally shift out of reach. What lesson am I supposed to learn from this? Don’t fall in love? Oh wait I already knew that one and I still went ahead and did it anyway.