People write because no one listens
No one is more real than your mom, She’ll talk shit on your face but pray for you behind your back.
Even in this lockdown situation My parents want me to get up early and do nothing.
When this virus is over, I still want some people to stay away from me.
my toxic trait: i hurt in silence and pray that someone loves me enough to notice i’m not being myself.
when the right one comes along you won’t have to ask, he will love you even on your darkest days and he will stay.
WHY am i the type of person that still believes someone’s a good person even when they’ve shown me a million times that they’re not.
Pain changes people, it makes them trust less, overthink more, and shut people out.
The first hug after quarantine is gonna hit different.
We all deserve someone who at the end of the day says “I missed you so much today”