Just Me Myself and I
And it will be the last time. How many times can I allow myself to get burned and hurt?   No more running back or accepting sorry s  I don’t believe you anymore. 

And it will be the last time. How many times can I allow myself to get burned and hurt?   No more running back or accepting sorry s  I don’t believe you anymore. 

You Lied Last night.
me
desolate-destruction:

The relevance

desolate-destruction:

The relevance

nosdrinker:

this is my favorite picture on the internet

nosdrinker:

this is my favorite picture on the internet

And the Answer?

I  guess that reaching out to someone can be a mistake but I gave it my best shot. Never realized I would be totally shot down. 

Why do people do that to you?  Don’t they realize you are totally feeling vulnerable and taking a chance to just say hi?  

Yeah maybe I understand why but sometimes one just has to realize we all make mistakes and no one is perfect.  

Its like getting kicked in the ribs, yelled at in your face, and told you are worthless.  

I tried. I am sorry.  

Guess this is it. 

Guess this is it. 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #420 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #420 by Tyler Knott Gregson

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
Robert Frost (via scabpicker)