I’m this complicated being that lets people in to quickly, but at the same time i’m very conservative, I trust the wrong people and get fucked over. I over think , i doubt myself, i hate myself sometimes, other times i am so confident. My mind is this never ending road that has so many obstacles that simply confuse me. I’m just complicated.
I over analyze every little thing that happens to me. -sigh-
The breaking point is when you don’t even feel good enough for yourself.
Being loved by another person scares me, I’ve been hurt so many times by this thing called “love”. It just feels like pain and to many tears are shed when I start loving/liking someone.
Love is nothing but a four letter word, that a few horny teens use to obtain what they please.
The people with the biggest smiles, are the emptiest, the most fragile, souls. They use their smiles to hide the demons tormenting them inside.
How can something as lovely as love
Hurt so god damn much.
