When someone is going through a hard time after a break up, I want to help. I want to hear about everything, hear how they feel, hear their struggles, & then cure in every way possible. The one phrase no one wants to hear is “just be happy & move on.” Like honestly… I’m pretty fucking sure if it were that simple, they would have done that from the very beginning. Whenever you want to say that to someone, please stop and think. Put yourself in their shoes. Imagine you have just lost the best thing you’ve ever had, the thing that made you the happiest. Do you understand now? It’s not that easy. Sometimes all a broken soul needs is just that one person who will truly give a shit.
I cry for no fucking reason whatsoever
Fuck distance. It separates me from about 70% of the greatest people I’ve ever come to know.
I love it when british people get angry & go on rants about things. It’s so fucking cute. That accent, doeee…
I need these thoughts of harming myself to go away. Nothing but a fucking failure.
To the people who follow me, thank you. If any of you are either going through a hard time with family, relationships, problems within yourself, or just need someone to talk to, I’m always here. I would love to hear your stories & and try my best to put that smile back on your face. :) Anons or not. x