I know I’m full of insecurities and disappointments, but I promise you, there’s a part of me WORTH KEEPING.
People cry not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long.
I keep telling myself "This is the last time", but it just keeps happening.
I hate you. And then I love you. It's like I want to throw you off a cliff then rush to the bottom to catch you.
The hardest part of walking away from you is knowing that you won't run after me.