He doesn’t call out to let down my hair, but he’s still my Prince Charming
I prefer to be around people who acknowledge your presence.
Its weird how you could be surrounded by so many people yet find no one to talk to. Or when you’re around no one makes conversation with you and they mingle amongst themselves. When I open my mouth to talk, the conversation never goes any farther then I’d expect it to. I don’t know if it’s just because I’ve always been with one particular person or we just drifted apart. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been spending so much time with someone else, there was always my best friend that I could count on to never treat me that way. I miss her so much, and its sad how I never got to spend her last few days in Hawaii with her. She ALWAYS knew how to keep people “included.”
I guess that’s another reason why I don’t really open up to anyone like I used to. Because nowadays people only care to ask about your life when they want to know something. When you’re crying, people ask “what happened?” but 99.99% of those people don’t even care. They just want to know because they want to be “updated” so when other people ask them what happened, they act like they know what’s up. A lot of the people who’ve known me for a while now—I barely trust them now. Its the people who I just recently gotten close to that actually listen and give damn.
No. I don’t want a boyfriend who’s gunna give me his sweater when I’m cold. He’d freeze his ass off. No. I don’t want a boyfriend who will pay for everything I want. That’s what my job’s for. No. I don’t want a boyfriend who calls me at 4am telling me he misses me. I’m sleeping, and he probably wants to be too. No. I don’t want a boyfriend who is going to drop every corny line in the book. I just want someone sincere and truthful. I don’t want your fairy-tale boyfriend who will sweep me off my feet. I just want a boyfriend who loves me for me, for every mistake and scar.
Hmmm. truuudat.
(Source: cherry-cheesecake, via cawtneey)
You know what I think we are afraid of? Not knowing.
Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do the things you do; not knowing the purpose. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the very beginning.
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I want you to be straight up with me
I really don’t care if you’re going to hurt me, but what I want is the straight up truth from you. I want you to show me that you’re not afraid to tell me what’s on your mind. I might be hurt, but at the very least, I’ll know what’s going on. I need to know that you’re not one of those people who can’t say things that’s on their mind. Just be straight up with me.
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