“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”—William H. Woodwell Jr. (via thirteenbelow)
You had my hand in your hand You had my lip in your teeth You had my heart on your sleeve You had a chance to breathe But boy, you wouldn’t let your fear recede So I moved on Oh, and it’s too late to change your mind Now you got scared, boy, and I got gone Now you failed and there’s no way to turn back time You had your chance Boy, I tried
People don't believe me when I say I have separation issues.
But I attach myself to people so closely. And when they’re gone, or not around, or away, I don’t know what to do. Maybe its because I wear my heart on my sleeve. And I’m not talking about people that I like, fall in love with. I just mean people that I care about. I care so much so quickly. And if they’re gone for good, I have trouble accepting the fact. I cry every time I have to say “goodbye”. Even if I’m gonna see them in like a week.
Idk maybe everyone else feels like this too, but when I talk about people I haven’t seen in months or years, it seems as if nobody understand how I feel. And how I miss them. There are so many people I wish I could spend my days with that I can’t.