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(via startswithg00dbye)
You kill yourself, make a big old sacrifice and try to get your revenge and all you’re gonna end up is with a paragraph in a newspaper; 63 degrees and cloudy in a suburban neighbourhood. In the end, it does nothing: nothing changes. The world goes on and you’re gone. The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself, be stronger than those people. And then you can come back.
(via taletreader)

Maybe one day, ill meet someone like you again. Someone who can make me laugh until i cant breathe and my stomach hurts. Someone who doesnt need me to talk all the time, because there arent any awkward silences. Someone who has my back and accepts my quirks. Someone i can talk to about anything. But even then, i dont think it’ll feel the same.
Broken promises die, like roadkill
Their on the side of the street
Concrete casualties of love
Chewed up and spit out
Raise high then dropped down
And now I don’t know what’s left of me.

Do you ever look in the mirror and find a stranger looking back at. Or see nothing at all. It’s like I’m invisible. I’m someone I do not recognize. Almost like a ghost. Who is this girl staring back at me?What happened to her smile. I see her blood shot eyes, from sleeping. Her tear stain cheeks. I feel sorry for her. Then i remember that girl is me. And I don’t deserve pity.

I think one of my greatest problem is that I value people much more than they value me. The people,whom I trust so much and think are my good friends, are actually the ones who say the worst things behind my back. The people I think I can count on, are actually the ones who leaves me first when things get tough. I always end up trusting the wrong people.
And then, at the end of the day, the minute they do say something nice or sweet, I end up trusting them again.

Who to trust? Trusting to what extent? How to I tell who can I trust? All seemed so trustworthy.
