go home you’re high
How about you walk home by yourself?
You think you’re always right. Quit picking on me just because I’m different from you. I don’t pick on you because I have at least some respect for you. So GTFO.
Like honestly you’re really cute. Like REALLY cute. Do you even realize how cute you are. I wanna kiss you and smother you in hugs
I do feel like I honestly still love you. I love you so much that I’m willing to let you go to do whatever you need to figure things out. I’ll take myself out of the picture if it means that you get to discover yourself, if it means that it’ll make you happy. I love you THAT much
You’re going to be sad. You’re going to want to scream and punch things. Do it. Let out every ounce of anger you have. Sit on the floor and cry until you feel numb. Listen to songs that make your heart sink to your feet. Write angry letters to all the people who have broken you, left you, ignored you or hurt you. Throw your hairbrush at the wall. Do it twelve times. Do it until you feel like you can breathe again. You’re going to be sad. You’re going to want to hurt yourself. Don’t you dare do it. Sit on the floor and watch cartoons like you did when you were little. Listen to songs that make you want to dance around your bedroom in your underwear at 3 A.M. Make paper airplanes out of those angry letters and watch them soar into the fireplace. Brush all the knots out of your hair and say “I am worth it” into the mirror. Say it twelve times. Say it until you feel like you can breathe again. You’re going to be sad. You’re going to get through it.