It’s crazy to think about how far I’ve come from sophomore year. I used to cry myself to sleep every night. So suicidal, so sad, so unhappy. I was the worst person to be around. And none of my friends saw that. They left me and blamed me. It was pretty shitty.
I’ve never been good at…
“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”—Carson McCullers (via chanelgreenlaw)
But I could tell you understood, just by the tone of your words, the honesty that made your voice crack, and the laughter that covered it all. I really started to fall for those things, but I’m too afraid to chase anyone, so now I’m running away.