I’ve been here a bunch of times.
The same old lines.
But this time it’s different.
It’s the heartache that won’t stop hurting.
And these tears keep on falling.
God fucking forbid somebody take any attention off of you.
My best friend is having such a bad college experience, that I’m scared for when I attend the same university.
You know you’ve gotten good at crying yourself to sleep when you can do it on the phone, and the other person never finds out.
I’m starting to think that you don’t love me, but hate me and just can’t tell the difference.