If you love your mom, repost this.
Sometimes, I hate the burden of being responsible and having solid moral standards. Would life be easier if I just threw them out the window?
Sometimes, you just don’t get it. I want to yell & scream at you because you just don’t get it. If you took the time to understand how I feel, things would be a lot easier. After last week, I thought things would be different. But, they’re not. I’m still the same broken soul.
A Story Without Words
aplacetolovedogs: “What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” -Albert Pine.
“wipe your eye.” Those were the only reassuring words you could give me. And now, I’m suddenly reminded why I’m so petrified to share my feelings with anyone. I hate giving away any part of me, only to be met with nothing comforting.