Here’s one… March 12, 1922. I’ve blacked out days, I wake up in strangers blood...– Damon Salvatore (via onceuponaswanqueener)
One day you’ll wake up and realize how great i was to you. You’re going to regret every fucked up thing you ever said and did to me. I was here when no one else was. Soon ill be gone, youre gonna miss me.
Do i not deserve even the slightest bit of love? Am i so awful that i deserve to be cussed and hit for your amusment?! Its not a game. It may be to you, but your killing me. My heart cant take it anymore. Im ready for it all to end. I cant stand all this pain any longer.
Hearing something that kills your heart and having to pretend it doesnt mater. Thats the shit i dont like.
Ive never wanted to give up more than i do right now
Everytime i look in the mirror i hate myself more…when i look at you, you make me feel a thousand times worse than that. ;’(
I dont know why i stay around. You dont make me happy. You do everything in your power to destroy me. But i still stay. Desperatly waiting to see one small sign that you care about me even a fraction as much as i do about you. If this is all life is ever going to be for me, whats the point in trying anymore. I have nothing left, you made sure of that.