I fucking hate you. Why did you have to be such a shitty boyfriend. When I first met you, you were the sweetest most caring person I’ve ever met & you just stop caring, you just stopped trying. & for months and months I was constantly begging you to do something. To try harder. To care more. To change. I hate that I wanted to change you. But you never did anything that you needed to. You went days, weeks, without talking to me. Thinking all will be fine?! I put my heart, my effort, my time into us. I kept fighting with you because I just wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to realize that I was something special like you kept lying to me about! The whole relationship was a lie because you never fucking cared. You never fucking tried. I valued you so much more than you did me. I needed you so much more than you needed me & I wanted you to realize how much you mean to me & do the same in return but you never did. You made me feel like I was worthless, but still expected me to be your girlfriend after days and weeks of you running from me! I hate you so much for making me give so much of myself to you. For making up with me after all those fights & making me believe you were really going to try. You were the one who was so into me from the start & right when you got me, I was forever chasing you. Why did you come back all those times!? Why did you say all those things?? That you really wanted to try, that you wanted the chances, that you wanted us to really be something, when you were never going to deliver. I hate that I wasted all that time on you for what? For nothing in the end cause in the end you never have anything to say, you never spoke to me the whole relationship. I barley knew things about you, you never opened up to me yet we just couldn’t be without each other. I hate your fucking beard & your stupid hair & I hate that you just didn’t fucking want what you said you wanted. That you kept making silent decisions, keeping me out of the loop & expecting me to guess where we were at every other day! I hate that I almost died this weekend & all I thought of was you. That all I want is you, you piece of shit. I hate that you were the best and worst thing that came to me this summer
"I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive."
I wanna do this with you (via samueldhall)