Apparently some people think that just because you’re friendly, you’re fake. That just because you care, you must want something. They can’t accept that you don’t think you’re better than anyone else - not at all - you just try to be a good person yourself. You try to be nice, and understanding, and brave. But you mess up too, just as much as the rest of the world. And you know that. Better than anybody, you know that. And it’s not about hiding your mistakes. It’s about fixing them. I’m as awful of a person as anyone else. I’m fully aware of that. I just try to avoid making mistakes. And when I can’t avoid them, I try to make them right.
That doesn’t make me a hypocrite, nor a phony. It doesn’t mean that I view myself as better than others. It means, quite simply, that I am trying. That I am a fifteen year old girl trying to learn things about the world. Trying and trying and trying and failing, over and over again, failing. But sometimes I succeed. Sometimes I make a difference.
And that one difference counts for something, at least. At least to me it does.
So don’t try to bring me down when I haven’t even been lifting myself up.
|me:||don't think about that|
|me:||no don't remember|
|me:||oh god they're a cute couple|
|me:||cuter than i was with him|
|me:||no shut up|
|me:||don't look at the old pictures|
|me:||don't read the old conversations|
|me:||*looks through old photographs*|
|me:||*looks at him and new girlfriend*|
|me:||tumblr is so depressing.|
|me:||there's a cute relationship i'll never have|
|me:||food i can't make|
|me:||why can't i be that pretty|
|me:||I WANT THOSE CLOTHES|
|me:||wow just bring up those old feelings, thanks|
|me:||why do i even come on here??|
|me:||ooo reblogging that|
I hope you’re okay with the fact that I might not ever love someone else the way I loved him.
It doesn’t mean I can’t love you too. Even better, maybe.
But it will never, never be the same.