love seeing Saco, ME stalking my tumblr
u can be my friend, it’s ok.
there’s always something, isn’t there
*~ i wish i wish i wish ~*
he doesn’t honor me, savor me, respect me, or even like me
he’s always finding things he doesn’t like about me and making sure
to let me know about all of them.
I’m tired of not being enough, of not being actually loved.
he doesn’t want me for me
he just wants to change me.
I feel like a bad person if I’m angry, and I feel like a doormat if I’m nice and worst of all
sometimes
I feel so unimportant to the people I care about.
If I’ve ever known you, just remember that I still think about you probably all the time.
i need spiritual enlightenment, not a boyfriend