It’s exactly 1AM. Of course I can’t sleep, my head is clouded with endless thoughts of you. It’s been too long since we’ve talked and I’m not sure why. We would still be texting at this hour, talking about anything and everything. ‘Did I do something?’ is all I ask myself these days. I miss you. I really wish you’d miss me too.
"You don’t owe people the person you used to be. You don’t have to talk to people who are speaking to the old you. If they want to drag old you out, and you’ve already left that person behind, they don’t get to talk to you. When you’ve gone from weakness to strength, you don’t owe a show of your former self to someone who just can’t wrap their head around your change."
- Dig Yourself (via harukimuracallme)
"I am bad at keeping in touch with people and I push people away. Instead of me reaching out to people when i’m sad, I’m either short with them or don’t talk at all."
- 11:30 pm. thoughts (via trueamy)
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
- Unknown (via noirdunuit)
"I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine, though I’ve wished from time to time we had found a common ground. Your voice was such a welcome sound."
- The Wolves & The Ravens // Rogue Valley (via fraggybird)