There is nothing in this world that can trouble you as much as your own thoughts.
I’m the type of person that never starts a conversation and then wonders why I have no friends
whenever i buy new clothes i take them home and im just like yo what the fuck did i wear before i had this
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
It’s really nice when people actually start the conversations first bc it makes me feel like they really do care about me