drifting away

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When I look back, it was the people I cared about most deeply that ended up hurting me the most. Makes me wonder though, is it really because they gave me greater scars? Or did I inflict the pain upon myself by naively expecting that they, of all people, wouldn’t ever be bad to me?

— Tablo

(Source: karriet)

What do you live for? Would you die for it?

— Tablo

(Source: karriet)

Isn’t it funny how ten years from now, I will look back and realize how every thing up until then is a joke? I’ll look back on people I once knew and realize things I hadn’t noticed. Who was and was not my true friend. Who was there for me and who wasn’t. I’ll realize that I spent four years in high school as a complete waste. Sad truth? By then it’ll be too late to go back to fix my mistakes, and I’ll live with a fucked up past forever.

But at least by then I’ll have learnt the truth and I will know not to make the same foolish mistakes again.

I can’t stand this. I can’t stand how our conversations keep getting shorter and shorter by the day. Soon enough, we won’t even have a conversation.

I don’t know why I can’t move on.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of being mistreated. Tired of being used. Tired of dealing with constant bullshit. Fuck you all.

More than anything, I’m afraid. I’m afraid to move on. Because moving on, would mean accepting that you won’t be around anymore. Moving on means that I have to leave you behind. And I just can’t bring myself to do that right now.

(Source: karriet)

The sad thing in life,

is that people forget. They move on. And me? I’m stuck in the past. I can’t let go of anything that happens around me. More like, I don’t want to. Because the past is the only thing I’m sure of. I don’t know what’s laying ahead, so I’m scared. I’m always scared. And I hate that about myself. Having all these doubts of what’s to come.

(Source: karriet)

Cause in the end, all you really are is a memory.

ya know what I’m saying?

(Source: karriet)

What if all I am is just a memory?

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