Promise. 19. Southern California.
"Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell."
It sucks missing you, but it’s so nice having someone to miss
Maybe I don’t want to relate to you. Maybe I don’t want you to say ”I have felt the same way before”.
Here’s a little fact about me: I like being alone. I like being by myself.
Here’s another fact: sometimes I don’t want to be cheered up. Sometimes I just want to feel exactly what I’m feeling and I don’t want anyone to intervene.
I don’t want other people to relate to me. I want to feel my own things, not things that have been felt a million times before.
I am suffocating, breathing in old, recycled air. These words have been said before. These feelings have been felt before. What I want is something in this life that can be mine and no one else’s. I don’t care if that selfish. Let me be selfish.
“Hello,” she said in a voice so husky it could pull a dogsled.