We will be together for three years on December 27th, and we had never taken a picture together. About a week ago, babe grabbed my phone and just started snapping pictures for no reason. Do we look ridiculous? Yeah, but we ARE ridiculous. We are goofy and weird and silly and I wouldn’t want our relationship to be anything different. We always manage to find our way back to each other, and in hard times, we grow closer rather than farther apart. Not too long ago, we both were thinking about breaking up with the other, and when everything came out in the open, we spent a day together crying and comforting each other. After that day, we realized that we wouldn’t get that kind of love or care from anyone else. We’re a part of each other and I wouldn’t give him up for anything in the world. He won’t see this but, I want to remember that moment. A moment that managed to sum up our lives in a second. No one has ever been so important to me, and I now know the importance of capturing our memories together.
I’m literally to the point where I’m keeping myself alive each day, waiting for someone to magically come and save me. Someone that will have made the wait worth while. Someone that won’t give up on me and will understand me. I’m staying alive to see just how long it takes for every single person to abandon me and hate me and prove me right that I’m unlovable and worthless. That has to be why I feel this way? Why I cry myself to sleep. Why I’m so hurt by the world I walk around with an indescribable pain in my chest. I would love anyone that gave me the time of day so ridiculously deep they wouldnt know how to react to my love, but no-one even sees me. I thought I was blind to the world but the world is blind to those who aren’t happy and perfect. Anyone in pain or different or alone doesn’t exist. They don’t fit in with society. They’re damaged and are to be left for dead. Only, we the damaged won’t die. We can’t bring ourselves to commit that act, we can only wait around wasting our lives away, next to dead, waiting for someone to come take that pain we carry away and tell us that it wasn’t all for nothing. -emma
Inside of each of us is a personal hell..
The amount of notebooks I’ve filled just to kill time and distract me from them…
Ever wanted to just crash your car to make them stop? Or walk a little too close to the edge of the cliff?…
They don’t leave once you notice them.. they never stop.