let’s talk to Emily’s boyfriend while she’s gone, let’s like all his photos and posts and be whores.
Boyfriend is ignorant to their whore ways, says girlfriend is looking too much into things.
Well, don’t be flaunting that you’re alone and uploading cute photos of yourself and trying to get people to talk to you.
Fuck all this.
I need to see a therapist or get a punching bag.
Pinterest.
So… not that I see you often, dear, but I think I will now also see you even less. Sorry. It’s not me, it’s you.
You forget that even the strongest person to ever live had a weakest day of their life.
It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt.
If you want to make someone cry, make them think of every person who hurt them.
If you want to destroy someone, make them think of every person who they have hurt.
