Life Unshared

I know your birthday is hard, and you feel like you don’t deserve anything from anyone. But you do. You do so much for so many people, and we should show you that we care and we appreciate you. 

I tried to get them together, I really did. Adam is the one who brushed off meeting on the day of your birthday. He didn’t give one care for the day. If you try to ditch my plans on that day for him, I swear to God I will be so disappointed in you.

If he can not give a shit about anything, yet you still always pick him over me, why do I bother at all?

Were you worried this morning? I hope you were. I hope you care. 
I’ve worried about you in the morning. On your end, you just didn’t think about me that morning I guess… or you didn’t bother to say good morning, or wish me a good day…. but I was worried you wake up in time. Or that something else happened. 
I bust my ass to try to help you.. to try to make your life easier. To try to catch all the things you’re letting slip through the cracks on a daily basis. But you never really seem to notice. You don’t really return the favor either. Yea, you’re dutiful. That’s great. But it’s also robotic, and it usually doesn’t feel very genuine. Is this just who you are? Is this the best it’s ever gonna be? I’d like to hope not. But I really don’t know anymore. 

Are we falling out again? Have we already been the best we’ll ever be together? I’d really, really like to know. 

sadlostpup:

everything is sort of weird and sad and i want to sleep next to you

(via purrfectprincess)

ichstehaufdemschlauch:

liefly:

me: *can’t handle the stress and demands of school*
also me: *can’t function properly without the structure school gives my life*

#winter anxiety vs. summer depression

(via alorababe)

I’m expecting more and I’m not getting it, which is leading to me feeling disappointed and irritated with you. You need to fucking communicate more. Why do I always have to be the one reaching out to you? I’m so fucking over it. Like if I waited around for you to reach out, I’d wait forever. But you’re all, “I love you.” So fucking show it and don’t make me wait 8 hours for you to say good morning. That’s bullshit. We’ve talked so much about you sending a single fucking text to let me know what’s going on. A week goes by and what, you’ve forgotten everything we’ve established? I’m over it.

And just like that, we go from things working out to totally fucked again. 

UGHHHhhHhHHHhHh

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Finding housing is such a bitch.