who will she become?

u-npoetisch:

You were my cup of tea  I drink coffee now

u-npoetisch:

You were my cup of tea
I drink coffee now

I feel dead on the inside.
I want to rage and scream and hit things but no. I’m just staring blanky at the wall.
I hate this so much. I just want it to end. It doesn’t feel like a phase anymore.
It feels like a part of me.

"Why did I meet you? What was the purpose of you coming into my life? I keep thinking that I should just avoid you. Stop talking to you, looking at you, thinking about you. But, how could I do that, when every part of me wants you. I don’t just want you to exist in my life for a year or two. I want you to live life with me forever."
Me (via a-hopeless-tc)
it's just a bad dream, sweet pea