He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
It’s hard when you love someone and you’re not sure if they even love you back. You try your best to show them how much you care but yet they still seem to just take it through one ear and out the other.
You try your best to go out of your comfort zone to please them, because their happiness matters more to you than your own. So you repeat the cycle daily.
Telling them, letting them know how much you care about them. But they never seem to care or show that they feel the same way.
And that’s what hurts. It’s like a bullet to the heart. And it starts affecting you, in ways you wish it didn’t. And then you just stops.
You stop telling them how you feel because you start telling yourself “Why tell a person how much you love them if they more than likely don’t love you back as much or not at all?”
You sit there every night and day thinking “I’d take a bullet for him. I’d do anything just to see him smile. If he told me to go away forever so he could be happy. I’d do it.” And all that starts to eat you and you get to the point where you just give up because that person probably wouldn’t even jump a puddle for you, but you’d cross oceans for them.
And once you give up, you stop trying forever because you’re scared to go through it all again and second chances don’t always work so you decide to stop trying and let the person you love walk out because their happiness means the world to you, even if you’re not part of it.
And honestly you make me depressed, you’re the reason I can’t sleep at night, the reason why I’m scared to close my eyes.
You say you’re not going anywhere, but where have you been these pass few days? I’m over reacting, moving too fast, thinking too far off again. I need to slow down, you say.
But what about you? Why don’t you over think, think to far off, or slow down? You act like I you’re so put together, I’ve seen you cry, “try and hide it,” you tell yourself. Does it ever work?
No. You try and help me put myself together when you, yourself aren’t right. And all I want? All I want is for you to break down in front of me, with me, and just show me the side you won’t let me.
I want you to be depressed with me, so I can help. I want to be able to help you get through something, I want to be the reason you can’t sleep, so I can lay with you every night just so you can sleep.
Because at the end of every night and the beginning of every day, nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
I dont care what gender you are. I dont care what sexual preference you have. I dont care what country you live in. I dont care if this isn’t your “blog theme”. If you dont reblog this, I will judge you. Forever.
This. I swear. It’s just so fucking great.
concerts are home.