Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.
(Source: nelliescoffee, via kaitlynn2597)
As upset and as angry as I am, I still miss you.
Do you know how fucking pathetic that makes me feel?
10:00pm thoughts (via 90-s-kid