I'm Sorry;

Quotes for this mood of mine,

You know what your problem is? You get attached, fast. And once you're attached to someone, you do everything you can to please them and make them happy. It's never been about what you want, it's always everyone's needs before your own. You give out too many chances to people, who quite frankly, do not deserve them. They take advantage of you, and you become a pushover. But you're okay with that, because they're in your life and that's all you ever really wanted. And even if they screw you over, you'll still be there for them. Because that's you, that who you are. Once you get attached to someone, they capture your heart and they always have a place there. And that is why it's so hard for you to let anyone go.


I don't think that you understand, like, really comprehend
this. I’m not over-exaggerating, I’m not saying it just to say it,
and I sure as hell am not lying. There isn't anyone else who
has a chance right now because all I want is you. But I guess
when I really think about it, it always comes down to me and
you. You have my whole heart. For better or for worse you are
the one I have feelings for. And no other person could even
measure up.


Love isn't him calming you down when you yell. It's him yelling just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn't him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It's not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. it's him standing there, admitting he's just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've known unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person's hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you.




He's annoying. He's hilarious. He's the world's biggest asshole. He makes me want to scream. He ruins my day and saves it at the last minute. He drives me crazy. He's out of his mind. I hate his guts, and he's everything I want.


You know what? You drive me crazy. Sometimes, sometimes it’s good. Fantastic even. Others, I kind of just want to hit you upside the head. I like you. Then you make me mad over stupid stuff. And happy over even more stupid stuff

 You make me paper clip rings that can also be used as a shank. You make me laugh. You make me happy. You’re always there when I need you, even though I pretty much know that I’m shit when it comes to being there for you.  I pretty much tell you when I need you and I’m scared right? Like when I’m hurting like a bitch in the ER, about to cry and you can’t be there with me so I call you and pretend to be okay so maybe I will be. Or when I’m having a panic attack in the middle of the night and you used to calm me down and we’d talk for six hours. Or when my parents are fighting. Or just anything. I tell you. Because my entire world is in your hands, and I trust you with everything I’ve got. Sometimes I just wish you’d straight out tell me that you needed me, and I’d try and find some way to make it happen.