Reblog if your idea of sleeping with someone is actually falling asleep with them beside you.
(Source: staypozitive)
(Source: staypozitive)
I’m here on the ground looking up at you. I’m down here, because I’ve fallen, yupp, hard and fast. But you’re still up there, without a clue.
I don’t know why I’m so crazy for you, but all I know is that the more I get to know you, the more I want you to want me. Too bad you’ll never notice, or care.
You’re always there for me, and always know the exact right thing to say.. You have my back, of that I’m sure. I have yours, too. Of that, you can be assured.
I want you to know, that it’s safe to fall, you know, if ever you get that urge. It’s an inkling that I would love to place in your heart, but since that’s impossible..
I’ll just stay here, on the ground, looking up at you until you decide to come down to me. If you don’t.. well..
I’ll be happy to watch you fly away. <3
- our conversations are starting to get shorter.
- it’s harder to find something for us to talk about.
- it doesn’t even feel like it’s affecting you.
- at least tell me if you don’t want to talk any more instead of making me feel like i did something wrong.
- i just miss how we were before.
If I fell off the face of the earth, who would care? Better yet, who would even notice?
It would take a few days, that’s for sure. But then comes the question of whether people would grieve or rejoice in my absence. I doubt half of the people I know would even miss me that terribly. And how bad is it that I know my bus driver would miss me more than one of the people I used to consider my best friend? But… It’s true. Highschool has shown me a lot… But mostly it’s just opened my eyes to the harsh truth that I am simply a “convenient” friend. The one that’s there only when you need me. I know the answers and would bend over backwards for anyone… ANYONE. But I’ll be damned if I ever actually get included in plans, or invited anywhere… I eat lunch with the same people every day, and yet those same people never ever bother to invite me into their plans. I’m fucking disposable.
I. Am fucking. Disposable.
And it hurts. But nobody cares about me or my hurt or my depression because they’re so busy living fun filled lives and using me.
The only thing people would miss about me is the fact that I’m there for them. They wouldn’t miss time spent with me or anything else.
When I put all this together, it really makes me think…
I wish I COULD disappear.
It wouldn’t matter anyways.
I never do..
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